"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!