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 CANTO THE FIRST.

more in Man's frail world! which I had left

So long that 'twas forgotten; and I feel

The weight of day again,—too soon bereft

Of the Immortal Vision which could heal

My earthly sorrows, and to God's own skies

Lift me from that deep Gulf without repeal,

Where late my ears rung with the damnéd cries

Of Souls in hopeless bale; and from that place

Of lesser torment, whence men may arise

Pure from the fire to join the Angelic race;

Midst whom my own bright Beatricē blessed

My spirit with her light; and to the base

Of the Eternal Triad! first, last, best,

Mysterious, three, sole, infinite, great God!

Soul universal! led the mortal guest,