LET ONLY THAT little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.
WHEN MY HEART did not kiss thee in love, 0 world, thy light missed its full splendour and thy sky watched through the long night with its lighted lamp. My heart came with her songs to thy side, whispers were exchange' and she put her wreath on thy neck. I know she has given thee something which will be treasured with thy stars.