Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
