A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?"


The Two Voices (1832), st. 1


A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?

A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?