BEN DELL' INTELLETTO. 



WHENEVER Good of Intellect comes in, 

 Then peace is with us, and a soft control 

 Of all harsh thinking, and but one desire 



Fills every bosom, to forget the din . 



Of outside things and render up the soul 

 To friendship's banquet by an evening fire : 

 Then is the season in this world of sin 

 That brings new strength and keepeth us heart-whole 

 Amid the changes that distress and tire ; 



And when from wisdom we have wanderers been, 

 So that a stupor on the spirit stole 

 From things tmknoum^- with visions dark and dire, 

 In this high presence we restore ourselves 

 More than by all the volumes on our shelves. 



THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS. 



1 " E stupor m'eran le cose non conte." Purgatorio, xv., 12. 



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