Balder The Beautiful Is Dead, Is Dead!

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

The Swallow Is Come! The Swallow Is Come! O, Fair Are The Seasons, And Light Are The Days That She Brings, With Her Dusky Wings, And Her Bosom Snowy White!

The Laws Of Nature Are Just, But Terrible. There Is No Weak Mercy In Them. Cause And Consequence Are Inseparable And Inevitable.

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.

Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.