When the Seven Stars of the first heaven —
         Which neither set nor rise, nor ever know
         Any cloud except what sin has veiled,
 
         And which make each one there perceive his duty,
5        Just as the Seven Stars down here direct
         The mariner to turn his helm toward port —
 
         Stopped short, the truthful people who at first
         Had come between the griffin and its lights
         Turned to the chariot as to their peace,
 
10       And one of them, as though sent down from heaven,
         In song cried, "Come, my spouse, from Lebanon,"
         Three times, and all the rest sang after him.
 
         Just as the blessed at the last trumpet blast
         Will rise up ready, each one from his tomb,
15       Singing with new-do

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