“Silvery is the mirror of timeIf you look at it with mind unruffledEach experience made you strongerEach defeat made you enamelled”

“Requiring neither wood nor urns,Inside me is a fire that burns;Advising me to never accept defeat,The blessed fruit of hope it churns!”

“The bird of hope singsPerched on the branches of twilight;Never grieve for anythingFor, the day always follows the night!”