My Faith is larger than the Hills --
So when the Hills decay --
My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
To show the Sun the way --

'Tis first He steps upon the Vane --
And then -- upon the Hill --
And then abroad the World He go
To do His Golden Will --

And if His Yellow feet should miss --
The Bird would not arise --
The Flowers would slumber on their Stems --
No Bells have Paradise --

How dare I, therefore, stint a faith
On which so vast depends --
Lest Firmament should fail for me --
The Rivet in the Bands

Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 766. My Faith is larger than the Hills --
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Feb 24 2013

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