I Have Fled My Country And Gone

There Is Not Room For Death, Nor Atom That His Might Could Render Void: Thou - Thou Art Being And Breath, And What Thou Art May Never Be Destroyed.

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

Terror Made Me Cruel.

No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler In The World's Storm-troubled Sphere.