Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.

And Sing To Those That Hold The Vital Shears; And Turn The Adamantine Spindle Round, On Which The Fate Of Gods And Men Is Wound.

All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception Into Grace; What Worse? For Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

All Is Not Lost, The Unconquerable Will, And Study Of Revenge, Immortal Hate, And The Courage Never To Submit Or Yield.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.