I am the Daughter of Fortitude
and ravished every hour of my youth
For behold — I am Understanding
and Science dwelleth in me
and the Heavens oppress me

They cover and desire me with infinite appetite
For none that are of the Earth hath embraced me
For I am shadowed with the circle of the stars
And covered with the morning clouds

My feet are swifter than the winds
and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew
My garments are from the beginning
and my dwelling place
is in myself

The Lion knoweth not where I walk
Neither do the beasts of the field understand me

I am deflowered, yet a virgin
I am sanctified, and am not sanctified
Happy is he that embraceth me
For in the night season I am sweet
And in the day… full of pleasure

My company is a harmony of many symbols
And my lips, sweeter than health itself
I am a harlot for such as ravish me
And a virgin for such as know me not

PURGE YOUR STREETS OH YEAH SONS OF MEN!
AND WASH YOUR HOUSES CLEAN!
MAKE YOURSELVES HOLY!
AND PUT ON RIGHTEOUSNESS!
CAST OUT YOUR OLD STRUMPETS AND BURN THEIR CLOTHES!

And then… I will bring forth children onto you…
And they will be the Sons of Comfort
In the age that is to come…