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The Heaven vests for Each

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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The Heaven vests for EachIn that small DeityIt craved the grace to worshipSome bashful Summer's Day -- Half shrinking from the GloryIt importuned to seeTill these faint Tabernacles dropIn full Eternity -- How imminent the Venture --As one should sue a Star --For His mean sake to leave the RowAnd entertain Despair -- A Clemency so common --We almost cease to fear --Enabling the minutest --And furthest -- to adore --