All Your Strength In Is Your Union.

A Torn Jacket Is Soon Mended; But Hard Words Bruise The Heart Of A Child.

How Like They Are To Human Things!

I Have You Fast In My Fortress, And Will Not Let You Depart, But Put You Down Into The Dungeon, In The Round-tower Of My Heart, And There Will I Keep You Forever, Yes, Forever And A Day, Till The Walls Shall Crumble To Ruin, And Moulder In The Dust Away!

And When The Echoes Had Ceased, Like A Sense Of Pain Was The Silence.

The Star Of The Unconquered Will, He Rises In My Breast, Serene, And Resolute, And Still, And Calm, And Self-possessed.