THOU OCEAN of things, they say, in thy dark depths there are pearls and gems without end. Many a diver learned in the sea is seeking for them. But I care not to join in their search. The light that flashes on your surface, the mystery that heaves on your bosom, the music that maddens your waves, and the dance that trips on your foam, are enough for me. If ever I am weary of them, I will plunge into your unfathomed bottom where there is death, or the treasure.
MY HEART sings at the wonder of my place in this world of light and life; at the feel in my pulse of the rhythm of creation cadenced by the swing of the endless time. I feel the tenderness of the grass in my forest walk, the wayside flowers startle me: that the gifts of the infinite are strewn in the dust wakens my song in wonder. I have seen, have heard, have lived; in the depth of the known have felt the truth that exceeds all knowledge which fills my heart with wonder and I sing.