"Tis true my form is something odd, But blaming me is blaming God. Could I create myself anew, I would not fail in pleasing you. If I could reach from pole to pole, Or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul, The mind's the standard of the man."
A poem by Isaac Watts that Joseph Merrick (The Elephant Man) would use to end his letters.
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