To Be Fortunate Is God, And More

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.

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.