Each Life Converges to some Centre -- by Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to some Centre -- Expressed -- or still -- Exists in every Human Nature A Goal --
Embodied scarcely to itself -- it may be -- Too fair For Credibility's presumption To mar --
Adored with caution -- as a Brittle Heaven -- To reach Were hopeless, as the Rainbow's Raiment To touch --
Yet persevered toward -- sure -- for the Distance -- How high -- Unto the Saint's slow diligence -- The Sky --
Ungained -- it may be -- by a Life's low Venture -- But then -- Eternity enable the endeavoring Again.
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