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FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL ANGELO.

Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,And I be undeluded, unbetray'd;For if of our affections none find graceIn sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God madeThe world which we inhabit? Better pleaLove cannot have, than that in loving theeGlory to that eternal Peace is paid,Who such Divinity to thee impartsAs hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts.His hope is treacherous only whose love diesWith beauty, which is varying every hour;But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the powerOf outward change, there blooms a deathless flower,That breathes on earth the air of paradise.
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