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CARDINAL PETRUS DAMIANUS HIS HYMN ON THE GLORY OF PARADISE.
At the fount of life eternal
Faints the parchéd soul with thirst,
For the imprisoned spirit restless
Seeks the flesh's gates to burst,
Struggling, yearning, for the countrey
Whence it has been banished erst.
While it wails it's sad condition.
Pressed by grief, by sorrow crossed,
Sad it looks upon the glory
It's delinquency has cost;
Present misery increases
Memory of the blessings lost.
For of everlasting quiet
Who the joyousness can tell?
Where in edifices splendid
All of living pearl they dwell,
While with burnished gold the buildings
And the couches gleam as well.
Gems alone of countless value
Are the town's foundation seat.
Polished gold like beaming crystal
pronounced o, and in like wise as, am, at, ant, all as a, and other syllables in the same way.
