DIVINA COMMEDIA.

DIVINA COMMEDIA.

I.

FT have I seen at some cathedral door

OFT

A labourer, pausing in the dust and heat,

Lay down his burden, and with reverent

feet

Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor
Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er;

Far off the noises of the world retreat;
The loud vociferations of the street

Become an undistinguishable roar.

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Divina Commedia.

So, as I enter here from day to day,

And leave my burden at this minster gate,

Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate

To inarticulate murmurs dies away,

While the eternal ages watch and wait.