Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of

Thy Actions To Thy Words Accord; Thy Words To Thy Large Heart Give Utterance Due; Thy Heart; Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.

He Who Tempts, Though In Vain, At Last Asperses The Tempted With Dishonor Foul, Supposed Not Incorruptible Of Faith, Not Proof Against Temptation.

Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.