Make ends meet

God, a soldier true and brave. (dies.)

Margaret amongst a number of people

How different, Gretchen, was it once with thee, When thou, still full of

innocence, Here to the altar camest, And from the small and well - conn'd

book Didst lisp thy prayer, Half childish sport, Half God in thy young heart!

Gretchen! What thoughts are thine? What deed of shame Lurks in thy sinful

heart? Is thy prayer utter'd for thy mother's soul, Who into long, long torment

slept through thee? Whose blood is on thy threshold? - And stirs there not