Happy The Man Who Lives Long Enough

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.

Peace ... Was Contingent Upon A Certain Disposition Of The Soul, A Disposition To Receive The Gift That Only Detachment From Self Made Possible.

The Lovers Of Life, They Are Children At Heart Always In Their Wonder And Delight, But They Do Not Grab.

All The Best Things Are Seen First Of All At A Far Distance.

Cleanliness', Chuckled Sir Benjamin, Noting His Great Niece's Delighted Smile As Her Eyes Rested Upon Him, 'comes Next To Godliness, Eh, Maria?