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The Lamp burns surewithin
Tho' Serfssupply the Oil
It matters not the busy Wick
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slaveforgetsto fill
The Lampburns goldenon
Unconscious that the oil is out
As that the Slaveis gone.
The Lamp burns surewithin
written byEmily Dickinson
© Emily Dickinson
