Ah! Justice Of Our God!

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

Now You Know How Much My Love For You Burns Deep In Me When I Forget About Our Emptiness, And Deal With Shadows As With Solid Things.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.

If Anyone Should Want To Know My Name, I Am Called Leah. And I Spend All My Time Weaving Garlands Of Flowers With My Fair Hands, T O Please Me When I Stand Before The Mirror; My Sister Rachel Sits All The Day Long Before Her Own, And Never Moves Away. She Loves To Contemplate Her Lovely Eyes; I Love To Use My Hands To Adorn Myself: Her Joy Is In Reflection, Mine In Act.