Little Match Girl
Graceby Ralph Waldo Emerson
How much, preventing God! how much I oweTo the defenses thou hast round me set:Example, custom, fear, occasional slow,These scorned bondmen were my parapet.I dare not peep over this parapetTo gauge with glance the roaring gulf below,The depths of sin to which I had descended,Had not these me against myself defended.
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