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How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread-
No Bridge below doth totter so-
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God-
Indeed-'twas built by him-
He sent his Son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm.
How Brittle Are The Piers
Emily Dickinson
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