"Ah, Gabriella, it is love that makes a man believe in a God of
Love!"

"David! David!"--

The south wind, warm with the first thrill of summer, blew from
across the valley, from across the mighty rushing sea of the young
hemp.

O Mystery Immortal! which is in the hemp and in our souls, in its
bloom and in our passions; by which our poor brief lives are led
upward out of the earth for a season, then cut down, rotted and
broken--for Thy long service!