How brittle are the Piers
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
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.
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