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Grandma Moses - The hills untied their bonnets
Identifier
024293
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Emily Dickinson
Ill tell you how the sun rose
A ribbon at a time
The steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like squirrels ran
The hills untied their bonnets
The bobolinks begun
Then I said softly to myself
‘That must have been the Sun’
But how he set – I know not
There seemed a purple stile
That little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side
A Dominie in grey
Put gently up the evening bars
And led the flocks away