Stand Firm As The Tower

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

Go Forth And Preach Impostures To The World, But Give Them Truth To Build On.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.