She lets every Child correct her, every Simpleton pronounce Judgment upon her; she lets thousands pass callous over her seeing nothing and her Joy is in all and she finds in all her Profit.
We obey her Laws even when we most resist them, we work with her even when we wish to work against her.
She turns everything she gives into a Blessing; for she makes it first—indispensable.
She delays that we may long for her, she hastens on that we may not be sated with her.
She has no Speech nor Language; but she creates Tongues and Hearts through which she feels and speaks.
Her Crown is Love.
Only through Love can we approach her.
She creates Gulfs between all Beings and all wish to intertwine.
She has isolated all that she may draw all together.
With a few Draughts from the Beaker of Love she compensates a Life full of Toil.