The prayer of Ajax was for light.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!