Love for Love And Blood for Blood—the simple golden rule Taught by the elder gods. - Lewis Morris

"Le Vent de l'Esprit", line 1; p. 6.

Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! 'tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.

The wind that sighs before the dawn
Chases the gloom of night,
The curtains of the East are drawn,
And suddenly—'tis light.