The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm,

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

But Let The Good Prevail.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.