The World Is Charged With The Grandeur

What I Do Is Me, For That I Came.

Even With One Companion Ecstasy Is Almost Banished.

Natural Heart's Ivy, Patience Masks Our Ruins Of Wrecked Past Purpose.

Look At The Stars! Look, Look Up At The Skies! Oh Look At All The Fire-folk Sitting In The Air! The Bright Boroughs, The Circle-citadels There!

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.