To the nomads of the desert she is the “little gazelle”. To the Japanese the “plum blossom”. In the Book of Proverbs she is the “dearest hind, and most agreeable fawn”.
Jewels, sapphires and rubies are her eyes and lips. The softness of a spring morning are in her words. Her smile is as the splendour of the rising sun.
Of all the creatures in the world she is made by God the most beatiful. She is the incarnation and summation of all the flowers of nature.
No man ever spoke more truththan when he whispered into the ear of his beloved that she was divine.
She is an image, a spark of divinity give to us in life as a preview of things to come. She is yielding and helpless, yet divine.
To whom God has given much, from her much is expected. Of no other creature is so much demanded. She is to