human
Remoteness and greatness, how deep you are set, How afar in the rim of the whole; You know nothing of me, nor of man, nor of earth, O, nor yet Of our light-bearer,--drawing the marvellous moons as they roll, Of our regent, the sun. I look on you trembling, and think, in the dark with my soul,
gpt
How small is our place 'mid the kingdoms and nations of God: These are greater than we, every one. And there falls a great fear, and a dread cometh over, that cries,
human
O my hope! Is there any mistake? Did He speak? Did I hear? Did I listen aright, if He spake? Did I answer Him duly? For surely I now am awake, If never I woke until now.