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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series Two

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At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, — I 'm knocking everywhere.

Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me?

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