THE MIND, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.

BLESSED AM I that I am born to this land and that I had the luck
to love her.
What care I if queenly treasure is not in her store but precious
enough is for me the living wealth of her love.
The best gift of fragrance to my heart is from her own flowers
and I know not where else shines the moon that can flood my
being with such loveliness.
The first light revealed to my eyes was from her own sky and let
the same light kiss them before they are closed for ever.

THEY WHO ARE near to me do not know that you are nearer to me
than they are.
They who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your
unspoken words.
They who crowd in my path do not know I am walking alone with you.
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart.