Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me; What I Really Need Is A More Enchanting World In Which To Live And Work.

Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

And The Heart That Is Soonest Awake To The Flowers Is Always The First To Be Touch'd By The Thorns.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.