The soft whispers of the God in man.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.