I foretold it; I prayed against it; but, like Cassandra's of old, my prophecy and my prayers were alike unheard.
My pupil spurned my warnings.

The lusts of youth, the intrigues of courtiers, were stronger than the warning voice of God; then I ceased to hope; I ceased to pray for the glorious city, for I knew that her sentence was gone forth; I saw her in the spirit, even as St.John saw her in the Revelations; her, and her sins, and her ruin.

And I fled secretly at night, and buried myself here in the desert, to await the end of the world.

Night and day I pray the Lord to accomplish His elect, and to hasten His kingdom.

Morning by morning I look up trembling, and yet in hope, for the sign of the Son of man in heaven, when the sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the skies pass away like a scroll, and the fountains of the nether fire burst up around our feet, and the end of all shall come.