Daughter Am I In My Mother's House,

She Is Intensely Human, And Lives To Look Upon Life.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.