Light Is The Task Where Many Share

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

It Is A Wise Child That Knows His Own Father. [lat., Nondum Enim Quisquam Suum Parentem Ipse Cognosvit.]

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.