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PAPERS ON LITERATURE AND ART.
I now seek the later, sustained by divine love, |
Through which, conquering at once the scoffs of a gloomy destiny, |
I leave the barbarous company of a frantic age, |
Breathing out for the last time the infernal air—breathing in the supernal, |
I enfold myself wholly in these sacred flames, |
And, sustained by them, ascend the highest dome, |
And far and wide survey the wonders of a new sphere, |
And see well-known spirits, now beautiful in their proper light, |
And the choirs of the higher powers, and blessed beings |
With whom I desire to mingle fires and sacred bonds— |
Passing from joy to joy the heaven of all, |
What has been given to ourselves, or sanctioned by a common vow. |
God, in the meantime, accumulating his rewards, |
May at once increase our honour and illustrate his own love. |
Nor heavens shall be wanting to heavens, nor numberless ages to life, |
Nor new joys to these ages, such as an |
Eternity shall not diminish, nor the infinite bring to an end. |
Nor, more than all, shall the fair favour of the Divine be wanting— |
Constantly increasing these joys, varied in admirable modes, |
And making each state yield only to one yet happier, |
And what we never even knew how to hope, is given to us— |
Nor is aught kept back except what only the One can conceive, |
And what in their own nature are by far most perfect |
In us, at least, appear embellished, |
Since the sleeping minds which heaven prepares from the beginning— |
Only our labor and industry can vivify, |
Polishing them with learning and with morals, |
That they may return all fair, bearing back a dowry to heaven, |
When, by use of our free will, we put to rout those ills |
Which heaven has neither dispelled, nor will hereafter dispel. |
Thus through us is magnified the glory of God, |
And our glory, too, shall resound throughout the heavens, |
And what are the due rewards of virtue, finally |
Must render the Father himself more happy than his wont. |
Whence still more ample grace shall be showered upon us, |
Each and all yielding to our prayer, |
For, if liberty be dear, it is permitted |
To roam through the loveliest regions obvious to innumerable heavens, |
And gather, as we pass, the delights of each, |