O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

Give Unto Us This Day The Daily Manna Without Which, In This Desert Where We Dwell, He Must Go Backward Who Would Most Advance.

All Your Renown Is Like The Summer Flower That Blooms And Dies; Because The Sunny Glow Which Brings It Forth, Soon Slays With Parching Power.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.

He Who Shall Never Be Divided From Me Kissed My Mouth All Trembling.