There Is A Time When Fear Is

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.

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.

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.