So Spake The Seraph Abdiel,

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

The Planets In Their Station List'ning Stood.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

There Is Nothing That Making Men Rich And Strong But That Which They Carry Inside Of Them. True Wealth Is Of The Heart, Not Of The Hand.