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There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence ,
Gasping no longer for life’s feeble breath;
But, sentineled in heaven, its glorious presence
With pitying eye beholds, yet fears not, death.
A stranger in this prison-house of clay,
The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee!
Heavenward the bright perfections I adore
Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way,
That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be.
O LORD! that seest, from yon starry height,
Yet, in the hoary winter of my days,
For ever green shall be my trust in Heaven.
Before my spirit, and an image fair
Shall meet that look of mercy from on high,
As the reflected image in a glass
Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there ,
LAUGH of the mountain! — lyre of bird and tree!
The soul of April, unto whom are born
The rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee! yr;
Although, where’er thy devious current strays,
The lap of earth with gold and silver teems,
To me thy clear proceeding brighter seems
Than golden sands, that charm each shepherd’s gaze.
As the pure crystal, lets the curious eye
Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count!
0 sweet simplicity of days gone by!
Thou shun’st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount!
My master yet had uttered not a word ,
“ See, how he scorns all human arguments,
“See, how he holds them , pointed straight to heaven,
And then, as nearer and more near us came
But down I cast it; and he came to shore
Updn 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. PURGATOKIO, XXVIII
LONGING already to search in and round
Withouten more delay I left the bank ,
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
\Vhereat the tremulous branches readily
Yet not from their upright direction bent
But, with full-throated joy, the hours of prime
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells, Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi, When Bolus unlooses the Sirocco.
Already my slow steps had led me on
And 10! my farther course cut off a river,
All waters that on earth most limpid are,
Although it moves on with a brown , brown current,
FROM 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,
I once beheld, at the approach of day,
And the sun’s face uprising, overshadowed,
Thus in the bosom of a cloud offlowers,
With crown of olive o’er a snow-white veil,
Even as the snow, among the living rafters