Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.