And like a dying star is every work of your virtue:
It's light is always on it's way and it wanders-
And when will it no longer be on it's way?
Thus the light of your virtueis still on it's way
even when the work has been done.
though it be forgotten and dead,
the ray of it's light still lives and wanders.
that your virtue is your self and not something foreign,
a skin a cloak, that is the truth from the foundation
of your souls, you who are virtuous.......
And some who cannot see what is high in man call it virtue
that they see all- too closley what is low in man....
thus graet innovators never come from above, they come invariably from below, just as a tree never grows from they sky donward, but upwardsfrom the earth.