Make ends meet

you. But as to - morrow will be Easter - day, Some further questions grant, I

pray; With diligence to study still I fondly cling; Already I know much, but

Faust Soliloquy - Chorus Of Angels

How him alone all hope abandons never, To empty trash who clings, with zeal

untired, With greed for treasure gropes, and, joy - inspir'd, Exults if earth -

And dare a voice of merely human birth, E'en here, where shapes immortal

throng'd intrude? Yet ah! thou poorest of the sons of earth, For once, I e'en

to thee feel gratitude. Despair the power of sense did well - nigh blast, And