Observe This Dew-drenched Rose Of Tyrian Gardens

Spring's An Expansive Time: Yet I Don't Trust March With Its Peck Of Dust, Nor April With Its Rainbow-crowned Brief Showers, Nor Even May, Whose Flowers One Frost May Wither Thro' The Sunless Hours.

For I Am Bound With Fleshly Bands, Joy, Beauty, Lie Beyond My Scope; I Strain My Heart, I Stretch My Hands, And Catch At Hope.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town