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And then, as nearer and more near us came
But down I cast it; and he came to shore
Upon the stern stood the Celestial Pilot !
In exitu Israel out of Egypt!
Thus sang they all together in one voice,
Then made he sign of holy rood upon them,
THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE.
FROM DANTE. PURGATORIO, XXVIII.
LONGING already to search in and round
Withouten more delay, I left the bank,
Crossing the level country slowly, slowly,
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Yet not from their true inclination bent,
But with full-throated joy, the hours of prime Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells, Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi, When olus unlooses the Sirocco.
Already my slow steps had led me on
Into the ancient wood so far, that I
And lo! my farther course cut off a river,
Which, towards the left hand, with its little waves, Bent down the grass, that on its margin sprang.
All waters that on earth most limpid are, Would seem to have within themselves some mixture,
Compared with that, which nothing doth conceal,
Although it moves on with a brown, brown current, Under the shade perpetual, that never
Ray of the sun lets in, nor of the moon.
DANTE PURGATORIO, XXX. XXXI.
EVEN as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave, Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis,
They all were saying; Benedictus qui venis, And scattering flowers above and round about, Manibus o date lilia plenis.