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And then, as nearer and more near us came
But down I cast it; and he came to shore
Upon the stern stood the Celestial Pilot !
In exitu Israel out of Egypt !
Then made he sign of holy rood upon them,
THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE.
LONGING already to search in and round
Withouten more delay, I left the bank,
A gently-breathing air, that no mutation
Whereat the tremulous branches readily
Where its first shadow casts the Holy Mountain.
Yet not from their true inclination bent,
But with full-throated joy, the hours of prime Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,
Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells, Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi, When Æolus unlooses the Sirocco.
Already my slow steps had led me on
All waters that on earth most limpid are,
Would seem to have within themselves some mix
Compared with that, which nothing doth conceal,
Although it moves on with a brown, brown current,
DANTE PURGATORIO, XXX. XXXI.
Even as the Blessed, in the new covenant,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
They all were saying; Benedictus qui venis, And scattering flowers above and round about, Manibus o date lilia plenis.