From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.

I Saw Within Its Depth How It Conceives All Things In A Single Volume Bound By Love Of Which The Universe Is The Scattered Leaves.

The Heavens Call To You, And Circle About You, Displaying To You Their Eternal Splendors, And Your Eye Gazes Only To Earth.