And are folded in a single party.
Whatever we inherit from the fortunate
We have taken from the defeated
What they had to leave us—a symbol:
A symbol perfected in death.
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
By the purification of the motive
In the ground of our beseeching.

We might at least choose pink
Joining one with another, this and that
Blending bonding binding
Finding in an other our complement
Each persisting in flaw, fault and foible
But alloying in shared strength and joy
I IT AM that is highest;
I IT AM that is lowest;
I IT AM that is ALL.