He Hears But Half Who Hears One

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.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

But Let The Good Prevail.