I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.