There is no caste in blood.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.