Now We Have Lit A Candle To

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

It Was A Shameful Thing That She Had Nothing Of Which To Be Ashamed.

Let Those Who Think The Soul Is Shallow Rail, They Must Be Warned Before They Dare To Leap They'll Plunge Into The Twilight Depths Where Sweep In Ceaseless Thirst Great Teeth Too Swift To Fail.

As Science Pushes Forward, Ignorance And Superstition Gallop Around The Flanks And Bite Science In The Rear With Big Dark Teeth.

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...