And form a ridge that Catria is called, ’Neath which is consecrate a hermitage 1781 Wont to be dedicate to worship only.” Thus unto me the third speech recommenced, 1782 And then, continuing, it said: “Therein Unto God’s service I became so steadfast, That feeding only on the juice of olives Lightly I passed away the heats and frosts, Contented in my thoughts contemplative. That cloister used to render to these heavens Abundantly, and now is empty grown, So that perforce it soon must be revealed. I in that place was Peter Damiano; 1783 And Peter the Sinner was I in the house 1784 Of Our Lady on the Adriatic shore. Little of mortal life remained to me, When I was called and dragged forth to the hat 1785 Which shifteth evermore from bad to worse. Came Cephas, and the mighty Vessel came