There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.

The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate Wooer, Kisses The Blushing Leaf.

Oh, How Beautiful Is The Summer Night, Which Is Not Night, But A Sunless, Yet Unclouded, Day, Descending Upon Earth With Dews And Shadows And Refreshing Coolness! How Beautiful The Long Mild Twilight, Which, Like A Silver Clasp, Unites Today With Yesterday!

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

Fortune Comes Well To All That Comes Not Late.