HOLD THY FAITH firm, my heart, the day will dawn. The seed of promise is deep in the soil, it will sprout. Sleep, like a bud, will open its heart to the light, and the silence will find its voice. The day is near when thy burden will become thy gift, and thy sufferings will light up thy path.
BONDS? INDEED they are bonds, this love and this hope in our hearts. They are as mother's arms pressing the child to the warmth of her bosom. Thirst? Yes, it is the thirst which leads life to each source of its joy in the breasts of the eternal mother. Who would take from the child this thirst of his growing life and break through the bonds of the mother's encircling arms?