Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility. |
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue? |
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way. |
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn. |
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever. |
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past. |
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time. |
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive. |