That which of violet hibiscus leaves, as moisture of flames a fever in my soul of fire--that's would & shan't in thought, would + deed- to say what I have enacted-- I shall tell a lie to you--that I have not loved you-- for it is the weight of the world--w/o intention of repenting of injury + harm undone--- Along my Love with Bride of the Incarnate Church--for here I came to save you in Captivity, of this world, of dubious flats, the Inevitable precarious share of lot of World, Flesh & Devil-- Here now I die for you-- to be resurrected of my Divine Mercy + and to raise you from the Dead of whoredom of Babylon; in which be betrothed to me, as myself great estate of the Apple Orchards of the South-- Now to say, who do you say I am-- Your Beloved or that I love you still???---