Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

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.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.