Necessity, Thou Mother Of The World!

The One Remains, The Many Change And Pass; Heaven's Light Forever Shines, Earth's Shadows Fly; Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity, Until Death Tramples It To Fragments.

Persevere Even Though Hell And Destruction Should Yawn Beneath Your Feet.

And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies Dream Of The Life To Come.

For The Sensitive Plant Has No Bright Flower; Radiance And Odour Are Not Its Dower; It Loves, Even Like Love, Its Deep Heart Is Full, It Desires What It Has Not, The Beautiful.

How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His Brother Sleep.