I can feel what I can not see.

I am going away, girl--going away to the source of the stream.

Then I will know everything good is beautiful--it is good that makes you beautiful, and the music beautiful.
It is good that makes the river beautiful, and the stars.

I am going away where all is beautiful.

When I am gone, teach my poor people." Gretchen drew his red hand to her lips and kissed it.