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"Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested."
"The while He sits whose name is Love, And waits, as Noah did, for the dove, To wit if she would fly to him.He waits for us, while, houseless things, We beat about with bruised wings On the dark floods and water-springs, The ruined world, the desolate sea; With open windows from the prime All night, all day, He waits sublime, Until the fulness of the time Decreed from His eternity."

Jean Ingelow was an English poet and novelist, who gained sudden fame in 1863. She also wrote several stories for children.
"Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested."
"Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire— Our only greatness is that we aspire."
"Let me be only sure; for sooth to tell The sorest dole is doubt."
"Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known, For lack of listeners are not said."
"Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below?"
"But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell."