Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
There is no caste in blood.