Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXII ("It was too late for man")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XXXII
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.
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!
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
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