No words can witness and no tongue can tell
The whole extent of what I have to say;
And yet, of course, I try. You know too well
How much I babble in a normal day;
Now multiply that pure inanity
By several thousand, and raise up that sum
To its self-exponent. Then you will see
Only a part of what nonsense will come
When I try to express what's in my heart.
So though I fail to say it as I should,
Be kind, remembering I cannot start
To bring out what is in me. Call it good
If I but say my hope is in your grace
That takes my love and lifts it to its place.
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