| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (18381915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
| |
| Thomas William Parsons. 18191892 |
| |
| 145. Paradisi Gloria |
| |
"O frate mio! ciascuna e cittadina
D' una vera città".... |
| THERE is a city, builded by no hand, | |
| And unapproachable by sea or shore, | |
| And unassailable by any band | |
| Of storming soldiery for evermore. | |
| |
| There we no longer shall divide our time | 5 |
| By acts or pleasures,doing petty things | |
| Of work or warfare, merchandise or rhyme; | |
| But we shall sit beside the silver springs | |
| |
| That flow from God's own footstool, and behold | |
| Sages and martyrs, and those blessèd few | 10 |
| Who loved us once and were beloved of old, | |
| To dwell with them and walk with them anew, | |
| |
| In alternations of sublime repose, | |
| Musical motion, the perpetual play | |
| Of every faculty that Heaven bestows | 15 |
| Through the bright, busy, and eternal day. | |
|
|