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