  HIS sacred Muse, on soaring rapture’s wings, Aspired the radiant empyrean high, And bore to earth the splendor of the sky! Durante’s spirit to my senses brings The excessive beauty of transcendent things That thrill imagination’s ear and eye; With joy I hear the blissful carolings Of angel hosts in robes of dazzling white; My soul partakes the poet’s ecstasy! Through all my meditation and my prayer Steals reminiscence of the Stream of Light, And of the Rose unutterably fair,— And O! the threefold glory of The One, The Love that moves the circling stars and sun! |
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