All Love Is Sweet Given Or Returned.

Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity.

See The Mountains Kiss High Heaven And The Waves Clasp One Another; No Sister-flower Would Be Forgiven If It Disdained Its Brother; And The Sunlight Clasps The Earth, And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea - What Is All This Sweet Work Worth If Thou Kiss Not Me?

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy.

O'er Egypt's Land Of Memory Floods Are Level, And They Are Thine, O Nile! And Well Thou Knowest The Soul-sustaining Airs And Blasts Of Evil, And Fruits, And Poisons Spring Where'er Thou Flowest.

Man Who Man Would Be, Must Rule The Empire Of Himself.