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I Grieve For You, How I Mourn For You, Who Are So Very Dear To Me, But Again I Can Rejoice Within My Heart, Not For Nothing Have I Labored, Neither Has My Exile Been In Vain.

No One Should Ever Say That It Was My Ignorance If I Did Or Showed Forth Anything However Small According To God's Good Pleasure; But Let This Be Your Conclusion And Let It So Be Thought, That - As Is The Perfect Truth - It Was The Gift Of God.

Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me, Christ Behind Me, Christ Within Me, Christ Beneath Me, Christ Above Me.

And There I Saw In The Night The Vision Of A Man....coming As It Were From Ireland, With Countless Letters. And He Gave Me One Of Them, And I Read The Opening Words Of The Letter, Which Were, The Voice Of The Irish...and As I Read The Beginning Of The Letter I Thought That At The Same Moment I Heard Their Voice - They Were Those Beside The Wood Of Voclut, Which Is Near The Western Sea - And Thus Did They Cry Out As With One Mouth: We Ask Thee, Boy, Come And Walk Among Us Once More.

If I Have Any Worth, It Is To Live My Life For God.