I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.
We are here to learn to endure the beams of love
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.