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OW onward goes, along a narrow path

Between the torments and the city wall,

My Master, and I follow at his back.

"O power supreme, that through these impious circles

Turnest me," I began, "as pleases thee,

Speak to me, and my longings satisfy;

The people who are lying in these tombs,

Might they be seen? already are uplifted

The covers all, and no one keepeth guard."

And he to me: "They all will be closed up

When from Jehosaphat they shall return

Here with the bodies they have left above.

Their cemetery have upon this side

With Epicurus all his followers,

Who with the body mortal make the soul;

But in the question thou dost put to me,

Within here shalt thou soon be satisfied,

And likewise in the wish thou keepest silent."