Another, while he prattles, loves and listens Unto his mother, who when speech is perfect Forthwith desires to see her in her grave. Even thus is swarthy made the skin so white In its first aspect of the daughter fair 1961 Of him who brings the morn, and leaves the night. Thou, that it may not be a marvel to thee, Think that on earth there is no one who governs; 1962 Whence goes astray the human family. Ere January be unwintered wholly By the centesimal on earth neglected, 1963 Shall these supernal circles roar so loud The tempest that has been so long awaited 1964 Shall whirl the poops about where are the prows; So that the fleet shall run its course direct, And the true fruit shall follow on the flower.”
God and the Celestial Hierarchies.