Emily Dickinson Poem

The Service without Hope

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The Service without Hope—
Is tenderest, I think—
Because ’tis unsustained
By stint—Rewarded Work—

Has impetus of Gain—
And impetus of Goal—
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until—

The show is not the show,
The Rose did caper on her cheek

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