We Are But A Day In This

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

Justice Does Not Descend From Its Own Pinnacle.