Poem

The hallowing of Pain

Emily Dickinson
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given To Him who strives severe At middle of the Hill— But He who has achieved the Top— All—is the price of All—

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