What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

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.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.