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Lyric Poem · Peace

God permits industrious Angels

by Emily Dickinson

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!

This poem is in the public domain.

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