Wa’t - eartiids stoar,
Wist wêr’t er gong -
Nei God Syn Rjochterhân -
Dy Hân is amputearre no
En God wurdt nearne fûn -
De troansôfstân fan Leauwe
Makket Dwaan en Litten lyts -
In dwaalljochtsje is better
As dat alle skynsel mist -
Those - dying then,
Knew where they went -
They went to God’s Right Hand -
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found -
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small -
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at all -
F1581 (J1551). Ofbylding: Amherst College Library, Emily Dickinson Collection, 476.
