Let me be as I am, and go where I will.

There are other tasks to be fulfilled than building Jonas a cottage or Sarah a sheep-pen.

The old world is breaking up, and the old heaven is falling into ruin.

Let me go, mother; let me be the carpenter who shall build up the kingdom of heaven." The constellations spread themselves across the sky.

Mary let her son go on before, down to the little town; she walked slowly behind and wept.