But To Punish And Not

Something Deep Is Touched Here, Something That Is Good And Deep.

But Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. For Fear Impoverishes Always, While Sorrow May Enrich.

Happy The Eyes That Can Close

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.