[BNP/E3, 13A – 33]

Ten thousand times my heart broke within me. I cannot count the sobs that shook me, the pains that ate into my heart[1].

Yet I have seen other things also which have brought tears into mine eyes and have shaken me like a stired leaf. I have seen men and women giving life, hopes, all for others. I have seen such acts of high devotedness that I have wept tears of gladness. These things, I have thought are beautiful although they are powerless to redeem. They are the pure songs of the love on the vast dung heaps of the world.

[1] heart ^/heart\