Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.
From labor there shall come forth rest.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.
The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.