All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.

Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.