Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More

The Glory Of Him Who Moves Everything Penetrates Through The Universe, And Is Resplendent In One Part More And In Another Less.

The Heavens Call To You, And Circle About You, Displaying To You Their Eternal Splendors, And Your Eye Gazes Only To Earth.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.

Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another, Provided That Its Flame Appear Outwardly.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words