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dickinson-series02_024-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_024-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	83	4	78	A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The angels, happening that way, This dusty heart espied; Tenderly took it up from toil And carried it to God.	cache/dickinson-series02_024-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_024-1891.txt