I Wept Not — So

Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The Sparks Have Set On Fire The Hearts Of All Men.

The Path To Paradise Begins In Hell.

No One Thinks Of How Much Blood It Costs.

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.