kickycan wrote:Hey, I'm not going to get IN the pen. I'm just going to lure you and your cohorts to the area NEAR the pen by offering treats that you dames cannot resist. Then, we rustle you all up like a bunch of cackling chickens.
It'll work, you'll see! How dare you doubt my genius!
How do I doubt it? Let me count the ways.
I doubt it to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I doubt it to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I doubt it freely, as men strive for Right;
I doubt it purely, as they turn from Praise.
I doubt it with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I doubt it with a doubt I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I doubt it with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but doubt it better after death.
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