Emily Dickinson

My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills

poem 766

My Faith is larger than the Hills So when the Hills decay My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way ‘Tis first He steps upon the Vane And then upon the Hill And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will And if His Yellow feet should miss The Bird would not arise The Flowers would slumber on their Stems No Bells have Paradise How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends Lest Firmament should fail for me The Rivet in the Bands

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