It Seems To Me That It Will

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.

I Still Held Fast To My Determination To Become A Minister; It Still Seemed To Me That That Was My Duty. I Had Pledged Myself, In My Prayers I Had Given My Word To God. How Could I Therefore Break My Vow?

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

The Moon Of A Bright Silver, Which Dazzles By Its Shining, Illumines A World Which Surely Is No Longer Ours; For It Resembles In Nothing What May Be Seen In Other Lands.

My Emotions Lose Their Force When I Endeavor To Interpret Them, And My Words Seem Very Inept.