The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!