I Have Fought My Fight,

See The Land, Her Easter Keeping, Rises As Her Maker Rose. Seeds, So Long In Darkness Sleeping, Burst At Last From Winter Snows. Earth With Heaven Above Rejoices.

There Are Two Freedoms - The False, Where A Man Is Free To Do What He Likes; The True, Where He Is Free To Do What He Ought.

Let Us Ask Ourselves Seriously And Honestly, 'what Do I Believe After All? What Manner Of Man Am I After All? What Sort Of Show Would I Make After All, If The People Around Me Knew My Heart And All My Secret Thoughts?" What Sort Of Show Then Do I Already Make In The Sight Of Almighty God, Who Sees Every Man Exactly As He Is?'

If You Wish To Be Like A Little Child, Study What A Little Child Could Understand — Nature; And Do What A Little Child Could Do — Love.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?