"Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;
"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
"But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.
"To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,To gain all while you give,To roam the roads of lands remote,To travel is to live.
