The Glory Of Him Who

Through Me You Pass Into The City Of Woe: Through Me You Pass Into Eternal Pain: Through Me Among The People Lost For Aye. Justice The Founder Of My Fabric Moved: To Rear Me Was The Task Of Power Divine, Supremest Wisdom, And Primeval Love. Before Me Things Create Were None, Save Things Eternal, And Eternal I Shall Endure. All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here.

A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

Go Right On And Listen As Thou Goest.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.