My Faith Is Larger Than the Hills, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

My Faith Is Larger Than the Hills

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My Faith is larger than the Hills—

So when the Hills decay—

My Faith must take the Purple Wheel

To show the Sun the way—

’Tis first He steps upon the Vane—

And then—upon the Hill—

And then abroad the World He go

To do His Golden Will—

And if His Yellow feet should miss—

The Bird would not arise—

The Flowers would slumber on their Stems—

No Bells have Paradise—

How dare I, therefore, stint a faith

On which so vast depends—

Lest Firmament should fail for me—

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