Emily Dickinson Poem

The hallowing of Pain

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The hallowing of Pain
Like hallowing of Heaven,
Obtains at a corporeal cost—
The Summit is not given

To Him who strives severe
At middle of the Hill—
But He who has achieved the Top—
All—is the price of All—

The heart asks pleasure first
The Guest is gold and crimson

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