Tears Such As Angels Weep.

Yet Some There Be That By Due Steps Aspire To Lay Their Just Hands On That Golden Key That Opes The Palace Of Eternity.

Myself, And All The Angelic Host, That Stand In The Sight Of God Enthroned, Our Happy State Hold, As You Yours, While Our Obedience Hold. On Other Surety None: Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

Fairest Of Stars, Last In The Train Of Night, If Better Thou Belong Not To The Dawn.