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PON the margin of a lofty bank

Which great rocks broken in a circle made,

We came upon a still more cruel throng;

And there, by reason of the horrible

Excess of stench the deep abyss throws out,

We drew ourselves aside behind the cover

Of a great tomb, whereon I saw a writing,

Which said: "Pope Anastasius I hold,

Whom out of the right way Photinus drew."

"Slow it behoveth our descent to be,

So that the sense be first a little used

To the sad blast, and then we shall not heed it."

The Master thus; and unto him I said,

"Some compensation find, that the time pass not

Idly"; and he: "Thou seest I think of that.

My son, upon the inside of these rocks,"

Began he then to say, "are three small circles,

From grade to grade, like those which thou art leaving.