Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
"Now, and I muse for why, and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul—it is but for a season;
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
"Ay, look! high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to writhe the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation—
Oh, why did I awake? When shall I sleep again?"[A]
She looked up and saw her husband standing at the door. With a cry she let fall paper and candle, and fled into his arms.