THOU HAST taken him to thine arms and crowned him with death, him who ever waited outside like a beggar at life's feast. Thou hast put thy right hand on his failures and kissed him with peace that stills life's turbulent thirst. Thou hast made him one with all kings and with the ancient world of wisdom.
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.