human
Whither away? beautiful Maid of Judah, said the genius.
gpt
My bright-eyed Tamar, he added,
human
I have been thinking of a poem, and if I can but express my ideas, it will be the means of lifting up my family again from the destitution into which it has fallen. My subject is the restoration of Jerusalem in the latter days, and the lifting up of the daughters of Zion from the dust. The captives of Israel now are hewers of wood and carriers of water; but the time will come when the hands that now wear the manacles of servitude shall be comely with rows of jewels.
gpt
If no daughter of Judah, replied Tamar,