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

No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.

There is no caste in blood.

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.

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.

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

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!