The Service without Hope
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The Service without Hope—
Is tenderest, I think—
Because 'tis unsustained
By stint—Rewarded Work—
Has impetus of Gain—
And impetus of Goal—
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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