I Am Never Indifferent, And

For It Is The Fate Of A Woman Long To Be Patient And Silent, To Wait Like A Ghost That Is Speechless, Till Some Questioning Voice Dissolves The Spell Of Its Silence. Hence Is The Inner Life Of So Many Suffering Women Sunless And Silent And Deep, Like Subterranean Rivers Runnng Through Caverns Of Darkness.

At First Laying Down, As A Fact Fundamental, That Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.