Emily Dickinson God Poems

147

Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast—
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836

Truth—is as old as God—
His Twin identity
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God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
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442

God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
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835

Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
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God permit industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.
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357

God is a distant—stately Lover—
Woos, as He states us—by His Son—
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626

Only God—detect the Sorrow—
Only God—
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