The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.
Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.