Let Me, O Let Me Bathe My

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.

If You Cannot But Weep When Your Soul Summons You To Prayer, She Should Spur You Again And Yet Again, Though Weeping, Until You Shall Come Laughing

From A Sensitive Woman's Heart Springs The Happiness Of Mankind, And From The Kindness Of Her Noble Spirit Comes Mankind's Affection.

In Every Winter's Heart There Is A Quivering Spring, And Behind The Veil Of Each Night There Is A Shining Dawn.

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.