by Rudyard Kipling
Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
'Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat.
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungirt hour—now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a solider, keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main—
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again!
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn!
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on Thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice!
Many roads Thou hast fashioned—all of them lead to the Light:
Mithras, also a solider, teach us to die aright!
Commentary: I've long been fond of "A Song to Mithras;" when we played Assassins on, off, & around the campus in Ann Arbor, back in those halcyon days at the turn of the millennium, I called my squad "The 30th Legion."
Objective PORCUPINE
Oddly, when I attempted to log-in to the FaceSpace this morning, I could not do so until I had "gone through my Google account" (whatever that means) & changed my password. I have continued to test this & I am simply unable to log-in the FaceSpace using Mozilla's Firefox, my usual browser. I have absolutely no difficulty accessing the FaceSpace through Apple's Safari browser.
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