Emily Dickinson

On A Columnar Self

poem 789

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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