Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.