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You love the Lord-you cannot see-
You write Him-every day-
A little note-when you awake-
And further in the Day.
An Ample Letter-How you miss-
And would delight to see-
But then His House-is but a Step-
And Mine’s-in Heaven-You see.
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)