Let weakness learn meekness.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.

Change lays her hand not upon the truth.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.