From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has

He Whom You See-along The Downward Arc- Was William, And The Land That Mourns His Death, For Living Charles And Frederick, Now Laments; Now He Has Learned How Heaven Loves The Just Ruler, And He Would Show This Outwardly As Well, So Radiantly Visible.

Like The Lark That Soars In The Air, First Singing, Then Silent, Content With The Last Sweetness That Satiates It, Such Seemed To Me That Image, The Imprint Of The Eternal Pleasure.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

Consider Your Origins: You Were Not Made To Live As Brutes, But To Follow Virtue And Knowledge.

In His Will, Our Peace.