Know Thy Birth! For Dost

Lethe, The River Of Oblivion, Rolls His Watery Labyrinth, Which Whoso Drinks Forgets Both Joy And Grief.

This Is The Month, And This The Happy Morn, Wherein The Son Of Heaven's Eternal King, Of Wedded Maid And Virgin Mother Born, Our Great Redemption From Above Did Bring.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.