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XLIII
DOMINE, NON SUM DIGNUS
But the prince in banishment is not less the royal prince.
Misdirection
We have falter'd in the way that they directedWho set us first to walk in the true way;
We have palter'd with the truth which they expected
We should set so high before us,
And the banners that are o'er us
Are the ensigns of a nation gone astray.
This notwithstanding, all roads may lead to the spiritual Rome, for all converge, at one point or another, in the true and only path.
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