I Wept Not — So

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.

He Who Know Most Grieves Most For Wasted Time.

We Are But A Day In This World, And In That Day The Fashion Is Changed A Thousand Times: All Seek Liberty, Yet All Deprive Themselves Of It.

These Dwell Among The Blackest Souls,loaded Down Deep By Sins Of Differing Types.if You Sink Far Enough,you'll See Them All.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!