Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
Circumstances rule men and not men rule circumstances.
How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.