human
Despair not in calamities of a gladdening that shall wipe away thy sorrows; For how many a simoom blows, then turns to a gentle breeze, and is changed! How many a hateful cloud arises, then passes away, and pours not forth! And the smoke of the wood, fear is conceived of it, yet no blaze appears from it; And oft sorrow rises, and straightway sets again. So be patient when fear assails, for Time is the Father of Wonders; And hope from the peace of God blessings not to be reckoned!
gpt
Should you like a little more?
human
I would rather not,