Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
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.
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.