The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall

Love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

Fair As The Moon And Joyful As The Light; Tot Wan With Waiting, Not With Sorrow Dim; Not As She Is, But Was When Hope Shone Bright; Not As She Is, But As She Fills His Dreams.

For One Man Is My World Of All The Men This Wide World Holds; O Love, My World Is You.

The Violets Whisper From The Shade Which Their Own Leaves Have Made: Men Scent Our Fragrance On The Air, Yet Take No Heed Of Humble Lessons We Would Read.