In The Midway Of This Our Mortal

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

They Find Seven Cornices On Which Penitent And Redeemed Sinners Are Cleansed By The Grace Of God. On The First Cornice, That Of Pride, The Proud Are Learning Humility: Our Father, Dwelling In The Heavens, Nowise As Circumscribed, But As The Things Above, Thy First Effects, Are Dearer In Thine Eyes, Hallowed Thy Name Be And The Power Thereof, By Every Creature, As Right Meet It Is We Praise The Tender Effluence Of Thy Love. Let Come To Us, Let Come Thy Kingdom's Peace.

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

When We Encountered A Band Of Souls Coming Along The Barrier, And Each Was Gazing At Us In The Evening People Gaze At One Another Under The New Moon

The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything Penetrates Through The Universe, And Is Resplendent In One Part More And In Another Less.