I Find My Past In My Present,

Life Is One, Religion One, Creeds Are Many And Diverse.

Anger Is The Resentment Of The Animal, And Gentle Blood Alone Makes The Gentleman.

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Action And Blood Now Get The Game. Disdain Treads On The Peaceful Name.

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.