Not Truth, But Faith It Is That

Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little Task To Dignify My Days, 'tis All I Ask.

Time Can Make Soft That Iron Wood.

Death Devours All Lovely Things.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

I Will Be The Gladdest Thing Under The Sun! I Will Touch A Hundred Flowers And Not Pick One.