Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To

In The Sweat Of Thy Face Thou Shalt Eat Bread, Till Thou Return Unto The Ground; For Thou Out Of The Ground Wast Taken; Know Thy Birth, For Dust Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

Oh, Shame To Men! Devil With Devil Damn'd Firm Concord Holds, Men Only Disagree Of Creatures Rational.