“Shelter this candle from the wind.
Hold it steady. In its light
The cave wherein we wander lost
Glitters with frosty stalactite,
Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,
Sparkles with crystal moon and star,
Till a man would rather be lost than found:
We have forgotten where we are.

We are the light that shines in the heart of night.
Threading the darkness, filling the earth.

The light of love.

I love thee, I love but thee with a love that shall not die.
Till the sun grows cold and the moon grows old.”