The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.