The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls

'come Hither, My Boy, Tell Me What Thou Seest There?' 'a Fool Tangled In A Religious Snare.'

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

But When He Has Done This, Let Him Not Say That He Knows Better Than His Master, For He Only Holds A Candle In Sunshine.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!