Time Brings All Things To Pass.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.