Sin is Behovely, but
All shall be well, and
All manner of thing shall be well.
If I think, again, of this place,
And of people, not wholly commendable,
Of no immediate kin or kindness,
But of some peculiar genius,
All touched by a common genius,
United in the strife which divided them;

Clearing his throat the priest persisted
The Lord be with you, to which the people replied
And also with you, but he knew it was not true
He, She, the great I AM, Ehyeh asher ehyeh,
Being Existing Becoming Ongoing
I IT AM that is highest; I IT AM that is lowest;
I IT AM that is ALL...
Standeth all aloof and abideth us
Sorrowfully and mournfully till when we come.