Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

The Highest Virtue Here May Be Least In Another World.

Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There Is A Smilling Dawn.

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

Jesus Was Not Sent Here To Teach The People To Build Magnificent Churches And Temples Amidst The Cold Wretched Huts And Dismal Hovels. He Came To Make The Human Heart A Temple, And The Soul An Altar, And The Mind A Priest.