The Infinite Goodness has such wide arms that it takes whatever turns to it. - Dante Alighieri

We all so willingly record our gains, until the hour that leads us into loss. Then every single thought is tears and sadness.

Now had the sun to that horizon reach'd,
That covers, with the most exalted point
Of its meridian circle, Salem's walls;
And night, that opposite to him her orb
Rounds, from the stream of Ganges issued forth,
Holding the scales, that from her hands are dropt
When she reigns highest: so that where I was,
Aurora's white and vermeil - tinctured cheek
To orange turn'd as she in age increased.

It was the hour of morning,
when the sun mounts with those stars
that shone with it when God's own love
first set in motion those fair things