She was irresistible—a laughing, chattering live wire, never at a loss for a word.

Here alone was her sacred space, her place at the altar, the open Aharon Hakodesh', where she walked the unfootprinted paths of imaginings.

[The great light of day] suspens in heav'n.

It was military bandsmen, their uniform coats unbuttoned, who supplied the merry tune, from a clarinet, a tuba, a fife.