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The Wrestle for Dominion
This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond
Invisible, as Music
But positive, as Sound
It beckons, and it baffles
Philosophy dont know
And through a Riddle, at the last
Sagacity, must go
To prove it, puzzles scholars
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown
Faith slips and laughs, and rallies
Blushes, if any see
Plucks at a twig of Evidence
And asks a Vane, the way
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit
Strong Hallelujahs roll
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul
(#501; Third Series, by Emily Dickinson)
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