A Great Matter Calls Her Son With

She Freshens Me Up Above A Bit. Who'd Ha Thought That Face - As Bright And As Strong As The Angel I Dream Of - Could Have Known The Sorrow She Speaks On? I Wonder How She'll Sin. All On Us Must Sing.

I Dare Say There's Many A Woman Makes As Sad A Mistake As I Have Done, And Only Finds It Out Too Late.

How Am I To Dress Up In My Finery, And Go Off And Away To Smart Parties, After The Sorrow I Have Seen Today?

I Daresay It Seems Foolish; Perhaps All Our Earthly Trials Will Appear Foolish To Us After A While; Perhaps They Seem So Now To Angels. But We Are Ourselves, You Know, And This Is Now, Not Some Time To Come, A Long, Long Way Off. And We Are Not Angels, To Be Comforted By Seeing The Ends For Which Everything Is Sent.

Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.