He destroyed my lute--though God made music.

My life has been a longing in loneliness for the voices of friends! My heart has swelled and trembled within me, because when I walked in the garden and looked on the plains and woods and high, bright mountains that were round me, I knew that I loved them alone! Do you know now why I dare not die?
It is because I must find first the happiness which I feel God has made for me.

It is because I must live to praise this wonderful, beautiful world with others who enjoy it as I could! It is because my home has been among those who sigh, and never among those who smile! It is for this that I fear to die! I must find companions whose prayers are in singing and in happiness, before I go to the terrible hereafter that all dread.

I dare not die! I dare not die!' As she uttered these last words she began to weep bitterly.

Between amazement and compassion the young Goth was speechless.