Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors

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

These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

Where'er A Noble Deed Is Wrought, Where'er Is Spoken A Noble Thought, Our Hearts In Glad Surprise To Higher Levels Rise.

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea