Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

The Season Of Love Is The Carnival Of Egoism And It Brings A Touchstone To Our Natures.