Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.

The Tiny Flame That Lights Up The Human Heart Is Like A Blazing Torch That Comes Down From Heaven To Light Up The Paths Of Mankind. For In One Soul Are Contained The Hopes And Feelings Of All Mankind.

What Is This World That Is Hastening Me Toward I Know Not What, Viewing Me With Contempt?