It was too late for Man by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
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It was too late for Man
But early, yet, for God
Creation—impotent to help
But Prayer—remained—Our Side
How excellent the Heaven
When Earth—cannot be had
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our Old Neighbor—God
It was too late for Man
But early, yet, for God
Creation—impotent to help
But Prayer—remained—Our Side
How excellent the Heaven
When Earth—cannot be had
How hospitable—then—the face
Of our Old Neighbor—God