Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

God breathes through us so completely... so gently we hardly feel it... yet, it is our everything.

Let us unite the world through the compassion for our children.

Let us have peace.