The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From

Barnes Are Blessings.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.