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You love the Lord—you cannot see
Emily Dickinson
487 You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss— And would delight to see— But then His House—is but a Step— And Mine’s—in Heaven—You see.
