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 Above the fume and foam of time that flits, The soul, we know, Now sits on high where Alighieri sits With Angelo.

Not his own heavenly tongue hath heavenly speech Enough to say What this man was, whose praise no thought may reach, No words can weigh.

Since man's first mother brought to mortal birth Her first-born son, Such grace befell not ever man on earth As crowns this one.

Of God nor man was ever this thing said, That he could give Life back to her who gave him, whence his dead Mother might live.