I.

All summer Passion's blossom blooms.
At noon, a sight, on which to swoon
And stir with luscious light apace.
Hearts churn in motion bright with Grace!
Feel them bud. Their Love applaud.
For gratitude we can afford.

II.
Forever and a day I strove,
These hands be comely to behove,
Psalms and paeans, Devotions true,
In which the cosmic fires brew,
Divinest music, Passion's rubric,
With Love's logic and Life's magic.

III.
A life I gave to craft my art,
That it world's beauty could impart,
And speak its grandeur--heavenly bliss,
To see the sunshine as a kiss,
There joy as this? Be not remiss,
To share the triumph Heaven has.