That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

There is no caste in blood.

Where pity is, for pity makes the world Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

Never the spirit was born the spirit shall cease to be never Never was time it was not End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

Yet who shall shut out Fate?

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

Like a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main, Another plank encountered, Meets, touches, parts again So tossed, and drifting ever, On life's unresting sea, Men meet, and greet, and sever, Parting eternally.

Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each, Even to the meanest yea, a boon to all Where pity is, for pity makes the world Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.