The Groves Were God's First Temples.

Is Not Thy Home Among The Flowers?

Beautiful Isles! Beneath The Sunset Skies Tall, Silver-shafted Palm-trees Rise, Between Full Orange-trees That Shade The Living Colonade.

To Him Who In The Love Of Nature Holds Communion With Her Visible Forms, She Speaks A Various Language.

These Struggling Tides Of Life That Seem In Wayward, Aimless Course To Tend, Are Eddies Of The Mighty Stream That Rolls To Its Appointed End.

The Rose That Lives Its Little Hour Is Prized Beyone The Sculpted Flower.