God Permits Industrious Angels
Emily Dickinson
231 God permits industrious Angels— Afternoons—to play— I met one—forgot my Schoolmates— All—for Him—straightway— God calls home—the Angels—promptly— At the Setting Sun— I missed mine—how dreary—Marbles— After playing Crown!
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