Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or

Without Hope We Live In Desire.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.

And As He, Who With Laboring Breath Has Escaped From The Deep To The Shore, Turns To The Perilous Waters And Gazes.

Eternal Love Made Me.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!