CALLED BACK - Just lost when I was saved!
Just lost when I was saved! / Just felt the world go by!
THE MARTYRS - Through the straight pass of suffering
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Through the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
A stately, shriven company;
Convulsion playing round,
Harmless as streaks of meteor
Upon a planet's bound.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their expectation fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE
After a hundred years / Nobody knows the place, --
So proud she was to die
So proud she was to die / It made us all ashamed
A LITTLE madness in the Spring
A LITTLE madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King,