As the attempt to rise.
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company,—
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
- Emily Dickinson
Reminds me of
Emily Dickinson's 't was such a little, little boat
Guru Amar Das' Pritpaala (Aape Takhat Rachaiyon)
Guru Nanak's Man Ek Na Chetas Moodh Manaa
Bhagat Namdev's Moko Taar Le & Sansaar Samunde Taar Gobinde
Singing oneness!
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