human
Dear heart of mine! he said,
gpt
One long gaze The goodwife turned on each familiar thing,-- The lowing kine, the orchard blossoming, The open door that showed the hearth-fire's blaze,-- And calmly answered,
human
Yes, He will provide. Silent and slow they crossed the homestead's bound, Lingering the longest by their child's grave-mound.
gpt
Move on, or stay and hang!