My Faith is larger than the Hills –
      So when the Hills decay –
      My Faith must take the Purple Wheel
      To show the Sun the way –
'Tis first He steps upon the Vane –
      And then – upon the Hill –
      And then abroad the World He go
      To do His Golden Will –
And if His Yellow feet should miss –
      The Bird would not arise –
      The Flowers would slumber on their Stems –
      No Bells have Paradise –
How dare I, therefore, stint a faith
      On which so vast depends –
      Lest Firmament should fail for me –
      The Rivet in the Bands


~Emily Dickinson