As a fragile and lovely flower unfolds its gleaming

foliage on the breast of the fostering earth, if

the dew and the rain draw it forth;

So doth my tender mind flourish, if it be fed with the

sweet dew of the fostering spirit,

Lacking this, it beginneth straightway to languish,

even as a floweret born upon dry earth, if the

dew and the rain tend it not.