He 's Gone, And Who Knows How

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

The Spirit Of Man, Which God Inspired, Cannot Together Perish With This Corporeal Clod.

Should God Create Another Eve, And I Another Rib Afford, Yet Loss Of Thee Would Never From My Heart; No No, I Feel The Link Of Nature Draw Me: Flesh Of Flesh, Bone Of My Bone Thou Art, And From Thy State Mine Never Shall Be Parted, Bliss Or Woe.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.