They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Because I would not stop for Death–
He kindly stopped for me–
The carriage held but just ourselves–
And Immortality.
~ Emily Dickenson
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There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
of Prancing Poetry.
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
of Prancing Poetry.
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll–
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul.
~ Emily Dickinson
