[Greek Text Which Cannot Be Reproduced] Thou Knowest All; I Seek In Vain What Lands To Till Or Sow With Seed The Land Is Black With Briar And Weed, Nor Cares For Falling Tears Or Rain. Thou Knowest All; I Sit And Wait With Blinded Eyes And Hands That Fail, Till The Last Lifting Of The Veil And The First Opening Of The Gate. Thou Knowest All; I Cannot See. I Trust I Shall Not Live In Vain, I Know That We Shall Meet Again In Some Divine Eternity.