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How without guile thy bosom, all transparent
pid fount !
THE CELESTIAL PILOT.
FROM DANTE. PURGATORIO, II.
And now, behold! as at the approach of morning, Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor,
Appeared to me,-may I again behold it !-
And when therefrom I had withdrawn a little Mine eyes, that I might question my conductor, Again I saw it brighter grown and larger.
Thereafter, on all sides of it, appeared
My master yet had uttered not a word,
He cried aloud ;“Quick, quick, and bow the knee! Behold the Angel of God! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers !
“ See, how he scorns all human arguments, So that no oar he wants, nor other sail Than his own wings, between so distant shores !
" See, how he holds them, pointed straight to
heaven, Fanning the air with the eternal pinions, That do not moult themselves like mortal hair !”
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 ! ”
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,
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation