Emily Dickinson

What Is

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What is Paradise Who live there Are they Farmers Do they hoe Do they know that this is Amherst And that I am coming too Do they wear new shoes in Eden Is it always pleasant there Won’t they scold us when we’re homesick Or tell God how cross we are You are sure there’s such a person As a Father in the sky So if I get lost there ever Or do what the Nurse calls die I shan’t walk the Jasper barefoot Ransomed folks won’t laugh at me Maybe Eden a’n’t so lonesome As New England used to be!

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