human
Remembrance of her want shall make thy meal Like ashes, and thy wrong thou shalt not right. But what! Nay, verily, nor wealth nor weal From henceforth shall afford thy soul delight. Till men shall lay thy head beneath the sod, There shall be no deliverance, saith my God.
gpt
Tell me thy name, the dreaming Justice cried;
human
By what appointment dost thou doom me thus?
gpt
it replied,
human
For mine thou art, and nought shall sever us; From thine own lips and life I draw my force: The name thy nation give me is REMORSE.