A New Chapter In A Novel Is

We Should Acknowledge God Merciful, But Not Always For Us Comprehensible.

Flattery Would Be Worse Than Vain; There Is No Consolation In Flattery.

Gentle, Soft Dream, Nestling In My Arms Now, You Will Fly, Too, As Your Sisters Have All Fled Before You: But Kiss Me Before You Go--embrace Me, Jane.

My Hopes Were All Dead --- Struck With A Subtle Doom, Such As, In One Night, Fell On All The First-born In The Land Of Egypt. I Looked On My Cherished Wishes, Yesterday So Blooming And Glowing; They Lay Stark, Chill, Livid Corpses That Could Never Revive.

He Is Not To Them What He Is To Me.