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As when he vibrates forth his earliest rays,
In regions where his Maker shed his blood,
(The Ebro falling under lofty Libra,

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And waters in the Ganges burnt with noon,)
So stood the Sun; hence was the day departing,
When the glad Angel of God appeared to us.

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Outside the flame he stood upon the verge,
And chanted forth, “Beati mundo corde,”
In voice by far more living than our own.

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Then: “No one farther goes, souls sanctified,
If first the fire bite not; within it enter,
And be not deaf unto the song beyond.”

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When we were close beside him thus he said;
Wherefore e’en such became I, when I heard him,
As he is who is put into the grave.

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Upon my clasped hands I straightened me,
Scanning the fire, and vividly recalling
The human bodies I had once seen burned.

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Towards me turned themselves my good Conductors,
And unto me Virgilius said: “My son,
Here may indeed be torment, but not death.

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Remember thee, remember! and if I
On Geryon have safely guided thee,
What shall I do now I am nearer God?

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Believe for certain, shouldst thou stand a full
Millennium in the bosom of this flame,
It could not make thee bald a single hair.