Author Emily Dickinson How brittle are the Piers On which our Faith doth tread — No Bridge below doth totter so — Yet none hath such a Crowd. It is as old as God — Indeed — 'twas built by him — He sent his Son to test the Plank, And be pronounced it firm. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments