Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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