It Was Clear To Me, As I

In The Days Of Moses And The Prophets Such A Man Would Have Been Counted Among The Wise Men Of The Land; In The Middle Ages He Would Have Been Burned At The Stake.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.

Time Is So Fleeting That If We Do Not Remember God In Our Youth, Age May Find Us Incapable Of Thinking Of Him.

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

She Thought, "he Whom I Love More Than My Father Or Mother, He Of Whom I Am Always Thinking, And In Whose Hands I Would So Willingly Trust My Lifelong Happiness. I Dare Do Anything To Win Him And To Gain An Immortal Soul.