Trudging To Eden, Looking Backward
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Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
I met Somebody's little Boy
Asked him his name-He lisped me “Trotwood”-
Lady, did He belong to thee?
Would it comfort-to know I met him-
And that He didn't look afraid?
I couldn't weep-for so many smiling
New Acquaintance-this Baby made-
Emily Dickinson
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