Emily Dickinson

The Test Of Love is Death

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The Test of Love is Death Our Lord so loved it saith What Largest Lover hath Another doth If smaller Patience be Through less Infinity If Bravo, sometimes swerve Through fainter Nerve Accept its Most And overlook the Dust Last Least The Cross’ Request

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