Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series Two by Emily Dickinson
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XXXVII. Talk with prudence to a beggar Of 'Potosi' and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines! Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! XXXVIII. THE PREACHER. He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, -- The broad are too broad to define; And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, -- The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence As gold the pyrites would shun. What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus To meet so enabled a man! |
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