Love will come again
Ah, the heart's a wonder, stronger than the guns of thunder! Even when we're torn asunder, love will come again.
Her 1ife, which had been a series of pious works, had cloaked her in a kind of transparent whiteness. And in growing old she had acquired a kind of beauty of goodness. What had been thinness in her youth, was in her maturity a transparency, and this ethereal quality permitted glimmers of the angel dancing within.