Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

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

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.