Chapter 1
"Youth pastures in a valley of its own: The glare of noon--the rains and winds of heaven Mar not the calm yet virgin of all care. But ever with sweet joys it buildeth up The airy halls of life." SOPH. /Trachim/. 144-147.
"Youth pastures in a valley of its own: The glare of noon--the rains and winds of heaven Mar not the calm yet virgin of all care. But ever with sweet joys it buildeth up The airy halls of life." SOPH. /Trachim/. 144-147.