Did look for, on whose tables I inscrib’d them. 
     “The part in me, that sees, and bears the sun,,
In mortal eagles,” it began, “must now
Be noted steadfastly:  for of the fires,
That figure me, those, glittering in mine eye,
Are chief of all the greatest.  This, that shines
Midmost for pupil, was the same, who sang
The Holy Spirit’s song, and bare about
The ark from town to town; now doth he know
The merit of his soul-impassion’d strains
By their well-fitted guerdon.  Of the five,
That make the circle of the vision, he
Who to the beak is nearest, comforted
The widow for her son:  now doth he know
How dear he costeth not to follow Christ,
Both from experience of this pleasant life,
And of its opposite.  He next, who follows
In the circumference, for the over arch,
By true repenting slack’d the pace of death: 
Now knoweth he, that the degrees of heav’n
Alter not, when through pious prayer below
Today’s is made tomorrow’s destiny. 
The other following, with the laws and me,
To yield the shepherd room, pass’d o’er to Greece,
From good intent producing evil fruit: 
Now knoweth he, how all the ill, deriv’d
From his well doing, doth not helm him aught,
Though it have brought destruction on the world. 
That, which thou seest in the under bow,
Was William, whom that land bewails, which weeps
For Charles and Frederick living:  now he knows
How well is lov’d in heav’n the righteous king,
Which he betokens by his radiant seeming. 
Who in the erring world beneath would deem,
That Trojan Ripheus in this round was set
Fifth of the saintly splendours? now he knows
Enough of that, which the world cannot see,
The grace divine, albeit e’en his sight
Reach not its utmost depth.”  Like to the lark,
That warbling in the air expatiates long,
Then, trilling out his last sweet melody,
Drops satiate with the sweetness; such appear’d
That image stampt by the’ everlasting pleasure,
Which fashions like itself all lovely things. 
     I, though my doubting were as manifest,
As is through glass the hue that mantles it,
In silence waited not:  for to my lips
“What things are these?” involuntary rush’d,
And forc’d a passage out:  whereat I mark’d
A sudden lightening and new revelry. 
The eye was kindled:  and the blessed sign
No more to keep me wond’ring and suspense,
Replied:  “I see that thou believ’st these things,
Because I tell them, but discern’st not how;
So that thy knowledge waits not on thy faith: 
As one who knows the name of thing by rote,
But is a stranger to its properties,
Till other’s tongue reveal them.  Fervent love
And lively hope with violence assail
The kingdom of the heavens, and overcome
The will of the Most high; not in such sort
As man prevails o’er man; but conquers it,
Because ’t is willing to be conquer’d,