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Eternal Sun ! the warmth which thou hast given,
FROM THE SPANISH.
LAUGH of the mountain !-lyre of bird and tree!
without guile thy bosom, all transparent As the pure crystal, lets the curious eye Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count ! How, without malice murmuring, glides thy cur
rent! O sweet simplicity of days gone by! Thou shun'st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid
THE CELESTIAL PILOT.
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And when therefrom I had withdrawn a little Mine eyes, that I might question my conductor, Again I saw it brighter grown and larger.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,
* 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.
LONGING already to search in and round
Withouten more delay I left the bank,
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Yet not from their upright direction bent
But, with full-throated joy, the hours of priine 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 Æolus unlooses the Sirocco.
Already my slow steps had led me on
And lo! my farther course cut off a river,
All waters that on earth most limpid are,
ture, Compared with that, which nothing doth conceal,
Although it moves on with a brown, brown cur
rent, Under the shade perpetual, that never Ray of the sun lets in, nor of the moon.
PURGATORIO XXX., XXXI.
Even as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
They all were saying; “ Benedictus qui venis," And scattering flowers above and round about, i Manibus o date lilia plenis."
I once beheld, at the approach of day,
And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed,
Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers,
With crown of olive o'er a snow-white veil,
Even as the snow, among the living rafters