You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson

But Let The Good Prevail.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.