The Group Elder: The position, in which, life begins... is that, in which, it ends... And that, in which it will return. There is an end/Of Wrong and Death and Hell. When the long wear of Time and Suffering... Has effaced the stain/Ingrown upon the soul, and the cleaned spirit... Long ages floating on the wandering winds/Or rolling deeps of Space, renews itself/And doth regains it dwelling... Time calls and Change commands both men and gods... And speeds us on... We know not whither; But the old Earth smiles/Spring after Spring... and the seeds burst again. And the dead lives renew themselves... And rise aloft and soar... Clothing themselves with change... Till the last change... be done.