Most Progress Is Most Failure.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.