Alone among many An’ thou wouldst turn thine eyes from me; I ask thee, what ill have I done? ‘Thou hast honour’ You charge. Thou wouldst speak against me;
Karen actually felt good basking in the late summer sun. Around the bench on which she sat, the stately grounds of the private hospice were dotted with other patients and their attendant nurses.
Father, I do not beg thy forgiveness, I am but what thou madest of me, Forged in the fires of an indifferent world was I, Tempered by pain and ridicule, Sharpened by love lost.