O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

So May Heaven's Grace Clear Away The Foam From The Conscience, That The River Of Thy Thoughts May Roll Limpid Thenceforth.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

I Am Searching For That Which Every Man Seeks-peace And Rest.

Now You Know How Much My Love For You Burns Deep In Me When I Forget About Our Emptiness, And Deal With Shadows As With Solid Things.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine