Our laughter echoed into the evanescent beauty of twilight. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder of this dainty creature. Who can fathom this humble servant of Yahweh? This little elf of lilac and aster. Almost intolerably adorable. Not quite maddening, but with a face that ripples by turns with an exquisite, dignified serenity, and blossoming with gardens of childish thoughts and hopes and happiness. Oh, what little whims of loveliness lurk in every curve of her countenance....
For it is He who fashioned her
As heav’n’s unlikely overture—
A child made of rain and rose,
Of sunrise and ebullient prose,
Of sparkling seas and silver streams,
Of bridal flush and youthful dreams,
Of Mystery’s magic silences,
Of twilight’s fleeting fragrances,
Of pensive meadows golden-green,
Of misty rainbows opaline,
Of moonlight-dappled virgin snow,
Of floating laughter’s afterglow,
Of crystal fountains kissed by life,
Of realms untouched by sin and strife,
Of deathless, blooming asphodel,
Of rushing beauty nonpareil,
Of sweet perfume on summer breeze,
Of winter’s crisp, delightful freeze.
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