The Martyrs Shook The Powers Of Darkness

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

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.

Day And Night, Seed-time And Harvest, Heat And Hoary Frost Shall Hold Their Course, Till Fire Purge All Things New.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.