Let Some Holy Ambition Invade Our Souls,

To [man] It Is Granted To Have Whatever He Chooses, To Be Whatever He Wills.

For Why Should We Not Admire More The Angels Themselves And The Blessed Choirs Of Heaven?

A Sacred Pride Should Grip Us Of Not Being Satisfied With The Mediocre But To Strive (for We Can Do It, If We Want To) With The Exertion Of All Our Strength To Attain The Highest. Let Us Scorn What Is Of This Earth, Let Us Ignore What Is Of Heaven, Let Us Leave Absolutely Everything Worldly Behind Us In Order To Hasten To The Abode Out Of This World, In The Proximity Of The Sublime Deity. We Do Not Need To Think Of Stepping Back. Of Being Satisfied With Second Rank, Let Us Strive For Dignity And Glory. To Attain The Highest.

Whatever Seeds Each Man Cultivates Will Grow To Maturity And Bear In Him Their Own Fruit. If They Be Vegetative, He Will Be Like A Plant.

God The Father, The Supreme Architect, Had Already Built This Cosmic Home We Behold, The Most Sacred Temple Of His Godhead, By The Laws Of His Mysterious Wisdom.