When The Black And Mortal Blood Of

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

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.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.