How brittle are the Piers
Emily Dickinson
1433 How brittle are the Piers On which our Faith doth tread— No Bridge below doth totter so— Yet none hath such a Crowd. It is as old as God— Indeed—’twas built by him— He sent his Son to test the Plank, And he pronounced it firm.
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