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But Already My Desire And My Will Were Being Turned Like A Wheel, All At One Speed, By The Love Which Moves The Sun And The Other Stars

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

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.