Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. And we shall dwell on earth, which is sometimes so beautiful, with its mysteries of New York, and its mysteries of Paris, which are worthy of that of the Trinity, with its little canal of Lourdes, its great wall of China, its river of Morlaix, its stupas of Cambrai, with its pacific ocean and its two basins of Tuileries, with its good children and its bad subjects, with all the wonders of the world which are there, simply on earth, offered to all the world, scattered, and marveled themselves to be of such wonders as a naked pretty girl who does not dare to show herself, with the terrible misfortunes of the world which are the giants, with their legionaries, with their torsionaires, with the masters of this world, the masters with their priests, their traitors, and their priests, with the seasons, with the years, with the pretty girls, with the old asses, with the straw of misery rotting in the steel of the cannons.