One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

There is no caste in blood.