*happy sigh*
I really, really, really like this poem. Really.
Grace
Ralph Waldo Emerson
How much, preventing God! how much I owe
To the defenses thou hast round me set:
Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,
These scorned bondmen were my parapet.
I dare not peep over this parapet
To gauge with glance the roaring gulf beelow,
The depths of sin to which I had descended,
Had not these me against myself defended.
Life Lately, Quarantine Edition
4 years ago
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