792 <br /> <br />Through the strait pass of suffering— <br />The Martyrs—even—trod. <br />Their feet—upon Temptations— <br />Their faces—upon God— <br /> <br />A stately—shriven—Company— <br />Convulsion—playing round— <br />Harmless—as streaks of Meteor— <br />Upon a Planet's Bond— <br /> <br />Their faith—the everlasting troth— <br />Their Expectation—fair— <br />The Needle—to the North Degree— <br />Wades—so—thro' polar Air!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-strait-pass-of-suffering/
