He had found rest at last. He had attained the object of his desires—he had left time behind him.
Beata l’alma, ove non corre tempo![1]
Such was this life of divine sorrow.
Fuss’ io pur lui! c’ a tal fortuna nato,
Per l’aspro esilio suo con la virtute
Dare’ del mondo il piu felice stato![2]
- ↑ “Happy is the soul, where time runs no longer” (“Poems,” lix).
- ↑ “Poems,” cix, 37.
