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It was too late for man

by Emily Dickinson, 1890

It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.

How excellent the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson
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