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Classic poem

Each Life Converges to some Centre --

by Emily Dickinson

Each Life Converges to some Centre --

Expressed -- or still --

Exists in every Human Nature

A Goal --

Embodied scarcely to itself -- it may be --

Too fair

For Credibility's presumption

To mar --

Adored with caution -- as a Brittle Heaven --

To reach

Were hopeless, as the Rainbow's Raiment

To touch --

Yet persevered toward -- sure -- for the Distance --

How high --

Unto the Saint's slow diligence --

The Sky --

Ungained -- it may be -- by a Life's low Venture --

But then --

Eternity enable the endeavoring

Again.

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