If there be mortal without love,He wakes to no new life above.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Our souls should be vessels receivingThe waters of love for relievingThe sorrows of men.

Far from the city's dust and heat,I get but sounds and odors sweet.Who can wonder I love to stay,Week after week, here hidden away,In this sly nook that I love the best --This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest?

There is no sudden entrance into Heaven.Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.

Between the finite and the infiniteThe missing link of Love has left a void.Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will joinIn one continued chain of endless life.