Fear Not For The Future, Weep Not

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

For There Are Deeds Which Have No Form, Sufferings Which Have No Tongue.

Every Fanatic Or Enemy Of Virtue Is Not At Liberty To Misrepresent The Greatest Geniuses And Most Heroic Defenders Of All That Is Valuable In This Mortal World.

No More Let Life Divide What Death Can Join Together.

I Silently Laugh At My Own Cenotaph, And Out Of The Caverns Of Rain, Like A Child From The Womb, Like A Ghost From The Tomb, I Arise And Unbuild It Again.