A Prayer May Chance To Rise From

The Splendors That Belong Unto The Fame Of Earth Are But A Wind, That In The Same Direction Lasts Not Long.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

The Heaven That Rolls Around Cries Aloud To You While It Displays Its Eternal Beauties, And Yet Your Eyes Are Fixed Upon The Earth Alone.

Thus You May Understand That Love Alone Is The True Seed Of Every Merit In You, And Of All Acts For Which You Must Atone.