Night Brings Out Stars As

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.