If I’m lost—now, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

If I’m lost—now

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If I’m lost—now

That I was found—

Shall still my transport be—

That once—on me—those Jasper Gates

Blazed open—suddenly—

That in my awkward—gazing—face—

The Angels—softly peered—

And touched me with their fleeces,

Almost as if they cared—

I’m banished—now—you know it—

How foreign that can be—

You’ll know—Sir—when the Savior’s face

Turns so—away from you—

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