There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The

The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint Of The Divine Goodness.

If Thou Follow Thy Star, Thou Canst Not Fail Of Glorious Heaven.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And Into Ice.