Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

If Anyone Should Want To Know My Name, I Am Called Leah. And I Spend All My Time Weaving Garlands Of Flowers With My Fair Hands, T O Please Me When I Stand Before The Mirror; My Sister Rachel Sits All The Day Long Before Her Own, And Never Moves Away. She Loves To Contemplate Her Lovely Eyes; I Love To Use My Hands To Adorn Myself: Her Joy Is In Reflection, Mine In Act.

In His Will, Our Peace.

... Nessun Maggior Dolore Che Ricordarsi Del Tempo Felice Nella Miseria. (there Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember A Happy Time When One Is In Misery.)

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.