"Nor less, I trust, / To them I may have owed another gift, / Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, / In which the burthen of the mystery, / In which the heavy and the weary weight / Of all this unitelligible world / Is lightened" -- William Wordsworth, "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey"
"And when she called, the winds answered; / and when she cried, the rivers flooded; / and when she yelled, the mountains shook. / Such was her faith."
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