They find seven cornices on which penitent and redeemed sinners are cleansed by the grace of God. On the first cornice, that of Pride, the proud are learning humility: Our Father, dwelling in the Heavens, nowise As circumscribed, but as the things above, Thy first effects, are dearer in Thine eyes, Hallowed Thy name be and the Power thereof, By every creature, as right meet it is We praise the tender effluence of Thy love. Let come to us, let come Thy kingdom's peace.

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

That with him were, what time the Love Divine

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.