It was too late for Man —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
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 !
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