Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ Of God we ask one favor
Of God we ask one favor
Of God we ask one favor,
That we may be forgiven
For what, he is presumed to know
The Crime, from us, is hidden
Immured the whole of Life
Within a magic Prison
We reprimand the Happiness
That too competes with Heaven.
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