All Men Have Need Of The Gods.

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind