Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

Not Far From Our House, And Opposite The Old Church With The Golden Cross, Stood A Large Building, Even Larger Than The Church, And Having Many Towers.

That Is The Returning To God Which In Reality Is Never Concluded On Earth But Yet Leaves Behind In The Soul A Divine Home Sickness, Which Never Again Ceases.

He Who Wishes To Put On The Yellow Dress Without Having Cleansed Himself From Sin, Who Disregards Temperance And Truth, Is Unworthy Of The Yellow Dress.