My worthiness is all my doubt
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;

Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprhension
Within my loving creed.

So I, the undivine abode
Of his elect content,
Conform my sould as t'were a church
Unto her sacrament.

----Emily Dickinson

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