One Omen Is Best, To Fight In

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.