Cibis in legalibus
Cibum turbae duodenae
Se dat suis manibus. . . .
He saw, too, poised as motes in light, that ring of strange fish-creatures, white as milk, except where the angry glory turned their backs to flame, white-winged like floating moths, from the tiny shape far to the south to the monster at hand scarcely five hundred yards away; and even as he looked, singing as he looked, he understood that the circle was nearer, and perceived that these as yet knew nothing. . . .
. . . Verbum caro, panem verum
Verbo carnem efficit. . . .
. . . They were nearer still, until now even at his feet there slid along the ground the shadow of a monstrous bird, pale and undefined, as between the wan sun and himself moved out the vast shape that a moment ago hung above the Hill. . . . Then again it backed across and waited. . . .
. . . Et si sensus deficit
Ad formandum cor sincerum
Sola fides sufficit. . . .
. . . He had halted and turned, going in the midst of his fellows, hearing, he thought, the thrill of harping and the throb of heavenly drums; and, across the space, moved now the six flames, steady as if cut of steel in that stupendous poise of heaven and earth; and in their centre the silver-rayed glory and the Whiteness of God made Man. . . .
