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At least to pray is left, is left.

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

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?

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series
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