A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.