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PURGATORIO, XXX., XXXL.
EVEN as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose ad vocem tanti senis.
Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
They all were saying; Benedictus qui venis," And scattering flowers above and round about, "Manibus o date lilia plenis."
I once beheld, at the approach of day.
And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed, So that, by temperate influence of vapors. The eye sustained his aspect for long while;
Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers, Which from those hands angelic were thrown
And down descended inside and without,
With crown of olive o'er a snow-white veil,
Even as the snow, among the living rafters Upon the back of Italy, congeals,
Blown on and beaten by Sclavonian winds,
And then, dissolving, filters through itself, Whene'er the land, that loses shadow, breathes. Like as a taper melts before a fire,
Even such I was, without a sigh or tear, Before the song of those who chime forever After the chiming of the eternal spheres ;
But, when I heard in those sweet melodies Compassion for me, more than had they said, "O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume him?"
The ice, that was about my heart congealed, To air and water changed, and, in my anguish, Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast.
Confusion and dismay, together mingled, Forced such a feeble "Yes!" out of my mouth,
To understand it one had need of sight
Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 't is dis
Too tensely drawn the bow-string and the bow, And with less force the arrow hits the mark;
So I gave way under this heavy burden,
FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS.
GENTLE Spring!-in sunshine clad,
And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay. He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train, The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the
And they shrink away, and they flee in fear,
When thy merry step draws near.