Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Let Our First Care Today Be The Re-establishment Of Our Physical Strength, The Reconstruction Of Our National Organism, So That In Future, Where The Respect Due To Us Cannot Be Won By Entreaty, It May Be Commanded, And Where It Cannot Be Commanded, It May Be Enforced.

When Angels Visit Earth, The Messengers Of God's Decree, They Come As Lightning, Wind: Before The Throne, They All Are Living Fire.