If I speak with men's and angels' tongues,
But have not love, I'm only noise—
Clashing cymbal, clanging gong,
Unmeaning Babel, demon's tongue.
Though hot the breath that fills the lungs,
If, cold to truth, I won't rejoice,
My voice of bronze, my thousand tongues
That have not love are only noise.
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