Success Is Man's God.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.