I Fell Away From You, My God,

The Good Man, Though A Slave, Is Free; The Wicked, Though He Reigns, Is A Slave, And Not The Slave Of A Single Man, But- What Is Worse - The Slave Of As Many Masters As He Has Vices.

Such Is The Strength Of The Burden Of Habit. Here I Have The Power To Be But Do Not Wish It. There I Wish To Be But Lacks The Power. On Both Grounds, I'm In Misery.

He Indeed Possesses The Character Imposed On Him, But He Wanders As A Renegade.

No One Can Begin A New Life, Unless He Repent Of The Old.

To Touch God A Little With Our Mind Is A Great Blessing, To Grasp Him Is Impossible.