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The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too-- So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, “O heart I made, a heart beats here! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! Thou hast no power nor may’st conceive of mine: But love I gave thee, with myself to love, {310} And thou must love me who have died for thee!” The madman saith He said so: it is strange.