. . . Cyclopum educta caminis 



Moenia conspicio, atque adverso fornice portas. 



His demum exactis, perfecto munere Divas, 

 Devenere locos laetos et amcena vireta 

 Fortunatorum nemorum sedesque beatas. 

 Largior hie campos aether et lumine vestit 

 Purpureo : solernque suuin, sua sidera norunt. 



Virgil, Mi. vi. 630 



They leave at length the nether gloom, and stand 



Before the portals of a better land : 



To happier plains they come, and fairer groves, 



The seats of those whom heaven, benignant, loves ; 



A brighter day, a bluer ether, spreads 



Its lucid depths above their favored heads ; 



And, purged from mists that veil our earthly skies, 



Shine suns and stars unseen by mortal eyes. 



