How Come I Never Meet

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

But The Stars That Marked Our Starting Fall Away. We Must Go Deeper Into Greater Pain, For It Is Not Permitted That We Stay.

The Greatest Gift That God In His Bounty Made In Creation, And The Most Conformable To His Goodness, And That Which He Prizes The Most, Was The Freedom Of Will, With Which The Creatures With Intelligence, They All And They Alone, Were And Are Endowed.

O You, Who In Some Pretty Boat, Eager To Listen, Have Been Following Behind My Ship, That Singing Sails Along Turn Back To Look Again Upon Your Own Shores; Tempt Not The Deep, Lest Unawares, In Losing Me, You Yourselves Might Be Lost. The Sea I Sail Has Never Yet Been Passed; Minerva Breathes, And Pilots Me Apollo, And Muses Nine Point Out To Me The Bears. You Other Few Who Have Neck Uplifted Betimes To The Bread Of Angels Upon Which One Lives And Does Not Grow Sated, Well May You Launch Your Vessel Upon The Deep Sea.

Abandon Every Hope, You Who Enter.