human
I couldn't believe a god like that had any power. And I am sure I couldn't worship him,
gpt
They beat their gods sometimes and break them to pieces, and go off and get new ones. It seems very singular to us.
human
Fanny Forester, who wrote tales and sketches and poems, and had made herself quite a name for brightness and gay humour, and then had surprised her friends by going to India as a missionary's wife. And she knew Bishop Heber's beautiful poem to his wife all by heart, and often sang
gpt
From Greenland's icy mountains.