The Service without Hope
Emily Dickinson
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work— Has impetus of Gain— And impetus of Goal— There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work— Has impetus of Gain— And impetus of Goal— There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until—
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