There Is The Joy Of

Love That Stammers, That Stutters, Is Apt To Be The Love That Loves Best.

Let The Radiance Of My Enthusiasms Envelop The Poor Courtyard And The Bare Classroom. Let My Heart Be A Stronger Column And My Goodwill Purer Gold Than The Columns And Gold Of Rich Schools.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

Now My Belly Is As Noble As My Heart.

Now I Am Nothing But A Veil; All My Body Is A Veil Beneath Which A Child Sleeps.