Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/On a columnar self

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ON a columnar self
How ample to rely;
In tumult or extremity
How good the certainty

That lever cannot pry,
And wedge cannot divide
Conviction, that the granite
Base,
Though none be on our side.

Suffice us, for a crowd,
Ourselves—and rectitude—
And that companion
Not far off
From furthest good man—
God.

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