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I Lift mine eyes, and all the windows blazeWith forms of saints and holy men who died,Here martyred and hereafter glorified;And the great Rose upon its leaves displaysChrist’s Triumph, and the angelic roundelays,With splendor upon splendor multiplied;And Beatrice again at Dante’s sideNo more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirsSing the old Latin hymns of peace and loveAnd benedictions of the Holy Ghost;And the melodious bells among the spiresO’er all the house-tops and through heaven aboveProclaim the elevation of the Host!