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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

On a Columnar Self

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On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty
 
That Lever cannot pry—
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base—
Though None be on our Side—
 
Suffice Us—for a Crowd—
Ourself—and Rectitude—
And that Assembly—not far off
From furthest Spirit—God—

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