Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

My Love For Him Was So Exquisitely Pure That If We All Were Capable Of Giving And Receiving Such A Beautiful Gift The World Would Be A Far More Brilliant Place; I Think We'd All Be Poets.

The Soul Hath Snatched Up Mine All Faint And Weak,and Placed It By Thee On A Golden Throne,-- And That I Love (o Soul, We Must Be Meek!)is By Thee Only, Whom I Love Alone.

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Suddenly, As Rare Things Will, It Vanished.