Read—Sweet—how others—strove—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Read—Sweet—how others—strove—

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Read—Sweet—how others—strove—

Till we—are stouter—

What they—renounced—

Till we—are less afraid—

How many times they—bore the faithful witness—

Till we—are helped—

As if a Kingdom—cared!

Read then—of faith—

That shone above the fagot—

Clear strains of Hymn

The River could not drown—

Brave names of Men—

And Celestial Women—

Passed out—of Record

Into—Renown!

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42 a Day! Help! Help! Another Day!

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I Have No Life But This

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