We have lost your presence; this talk of
philosophy is dry. Now, O God, I am
resolved neither to walk nor talk with any one.
You have found an excuse for absence; you have
resolved to leave us. Tuka says, Still my desire
remains; I delight to meet you.
philosophy is dry. Now, O God, I am
resolved neither to walk nor talk with any one.
You have found an excuse for absence; you have
resolved to leave us. Tuka says, Still my desire
remains; I delight to meet you.