As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
For pride and avarice and envy are the three fierce sparks that set all hearts ablaze.
From a little spark may burst a flame.
So what brings you to this killing pickle?
A light there is in the beyond which makes the Creator visible to the creature, who only in beholding Him finds peace.