By Emily Dickinson: The Truth – is stirless – Other force – may be presumed to move – This – then – is best for confidence – When oldest Cedars swerve – And Oaks untwist their fists – And Mountains – feeble – lean – How excellent a Body, that Stands without a Bone – How vigorous a Force That holds without a Prop – Truth stays Herself – and every man That trusts Her – boldly up – |
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