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792 Through the strait pass of suffering— The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God— A stately—shriven—Company— Convulsion—playing round— Harmless—as streaks of Meteor— Upon a Planet’s Bond— Their faith—the everlasting troth— Their Expectation—fair— The Needle—to the North Degree— Wades—so—thro’ polar Air!
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Through the strait pass of suffering
792 Through the strait pass of suffering— The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God— A stately—shriven—Company— Convulsion—playing round— Harmless—as streaks of Meteor— Upon a Planet’s Bond— Their faith—the everlasting troth— Their Expectation—fair— The Needle—to the North Degree— Wades—so—thro’ polar Air!
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American