of apostles! I do not possess the widdom to narrate your
infinite virtues. Still, inspired by my devotion for you,
I intend to compose a hymn in your praise. It is well
known that to protect her fawn, even a doe puts her feet
down and faces a lion, forgetting its own fraility.
(Similarly, devotion is forcing me to face the great task
of composing the hymn without assessing my own capacity.