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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Trust in the Unexpected

555
 
Trust in the Unexpected—
By this—was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold—
As One had testified—
 
Through this—the old Philosopher—
His Talismanic Stone
Discernéd—still withholden
To effort undivine—
 
’Twas this—allured Columbus—
When Genoa—withdrew
Before an Apparition
Baptized America—
 
The Same—afflicted Thomas—
When Deity assured
’Twas better—the perceiving not—
Provided it believed—

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