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1 " O Lord, I have been talking to the people;Thought's wheels have round me whirled a fiery zoneAnd the recoil of my word's airy rippleMy heart unheedful has puffed up and blown.Therefore I cast myself before thee prone:Lay cool hands on my burning brain and press From my weak heart the swelling emptiness. "
― George MacDonald , The Diary of an Old Soul & the White Page Poems
2 " My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;I think thy answers make me what I am. "