Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.