"It was too late for man"

XXXII.

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 !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"Death is a dialogue between"	Along the Potomac

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