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Part One: Life XXXVIII

Emily Dickonson


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Part One: Life

XXXVIII


THROUGH the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
  
A stately, shriven company;         5
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a plant’s bound.
  
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their expectation fair;         10
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.


This article was published on:
Wednesday, August 10, 2005


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