If You Wrote A Novel In South

For Fear Will Rob Him Of All If He Gives Too Much.

We Do Not Work For Men. We Work For The Land And The People. We Do Not Even Work For Money.

It Is Not Permissible For Us To Go On Destroying The Family Life When We Know That We Are Destroying It.

And Were Your Back As Broad As Heaven, And Your Purse Full Of Gold, And Did Your Compassion Reach From Here To Hell Itself, There Is Nothing You Can Do.

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.