On a Columnar Self lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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On a Columnar Self
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base
Though None be on our Side
Suffice Us—for a Crowd
Ourself—and Rectitude
And that Assembly—not far off
From furthest Spirit—God