As Love comes brooding down on human hearts,
With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears.
She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark,
Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life--
Curtaineth into rest the weary world--
And shuts us in with all our hid delights.
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked,
in which you can walk with love and reverence.
Henry David Thoreau
Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are,
here and now. And when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower
in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.