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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 107 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 32

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It was too late for man, But early yet for God; Creation impotent to help, But prayer remained our side.

How excellent the heaven, When earth cannot be had; How hospitable, then, the face Of our old neighbor, God!

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