We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours,

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.