‘They Have Not Chosen Me,’ He Said, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

‘They Have Not Chosen Me,’ He Said

‘They have not chosen me,’ he said,

‘But I have chosen them!’

Brave’—Broken hearted statement’—

Uttered in Bethlehem!

I could not have told it,

But since Jesus dared’—

Sovereign! Know a Daisy

They dishonor shared!

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