THE TIME

In Love's own time the bud unfolds,perfection comes to flower;in Love's own time leaf reds and goldsblaze beauty on the hour.

In Love's own time all good is broughtin range of human seeing,a shining mountain peak of thought—man's knowledge of true being.

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