"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
""There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised.""
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Source: The Cry of the Human l. 7 (1844)
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