God made all pleasures innocent.
Until I truly loved, I was alone.
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtยwhat on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.