698 <br /> <br />Life—is what we make of it— <br />Death—we do not know— <br />Christ's acquaintance with Him <br />Justify Him—though— <br /> <br />He—would trust no stranger— <br />Other—could betray— <br />Just His own endorsement— <br />That—sufficeth Me— <br /> <br />All the other Distance <br />He hath traversed first— <br />No New Mile remaineth— <br />Far as Paradise— <br /> <br />His sure foot preceding— <br />Tender Pioneer— <br />Base must be the Coward <br />Dare not venture—now—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-mdash-is-what-we-make-of-it/
