I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.