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| Superduperest | A Poem by Emily Dickenson
A poem by Emily Dickinson The First Day's Night Had Come The first Day's Night had come- And, grateful that a thing So terrible had been endured, I told my Soul to sing. She said her strings were snapt, Her bow to atoms blown, And so, to mend her, gave me work Until another morn. And the a Day as huge As Yesterday in pairs Unrolled its horror on my face- Until it blocked my eyes.
__________________ Above all, we must be especially alert against the beginnings of temptation, for the enemy is more easily conquered if he is refused admittance to the mind and is met beyond the threshold when he knocks. -Thomas A Kempis |
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