There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
The only certain freedom's in departure.
Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows
Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away
It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.