Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.