Exerpt from

Prophecy of Dante,

By Byron, emulating Dante,

And proceding from where Paradiso ended...

"Once more in man's frail world

Which I had left

So long that t'was forgotten

And I feel

The weight of clay again

Too soon bereft

Of the immortal vision

Which culd heal

My earthly sorrows,

And to God's own skies

Lift me from that deep gulf

Without repeal,

Where late my ears rung

With the damned cries

Of souls in hopeless bale,

And from that place

Of lesser torment, whence

Men may arise

Pure from the fire

To join the angelic race..."