The Temples Perish, But The God Still

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.