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