Ross said: A Mystery assuredly. Far hence remain, O' ye profane. While the heathen babble, the Adepts dabble. We're the dwellers on the threshold At the instant of the magical wish To place our living bodies In a sepulcher of light. Behold I come quickly, Amen.
1979 Albuquerque Ross wrote: c/o General Delivery, Tahlequah, Okla Ancestral Home Of John Ross, Chief of the Cherokee Nation 1828 - 1866 My Great Great Great Grand Uncle. In the son there is a dragon; its tongue is hot and fierce; with summer comes its stinging darts; all nature it will pierce