Читать книгу The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866 - Various - Страница 3

I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze

With forms of Saints and holy men who died,

Here martyred and hereafter glorified;

And the great Rose upon its leaves displays

Christ's Triumph, and the angelic roundelays,

With splendor upon splendor multiplied;

And Beatrice, again at Dante's side,

No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.

And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs

Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love

And benedictions of the Holy Ghost;

And the melodious bells among the spires

O'er all the house-tops and through heaven above

Proclaim the elevation of the Host!