DANTE
Would we were lean and grim, and shaken with hateLike Dante, fugitive, o’er-wrought with cares,And climbing bitterly the stranger’s stairs,Yet Love, Love, Love, divining: finding stillBeyond dark Hell the penitential hill,And blessed Beatrice beyond the grave.Jehovah lead us through the wilderness:God make our wandering brave.
Would we were lean and grim, and shaken with hateLike Dante, fugitive, o’er-wrought with cares,And climbing bitterly the stranger’s stairs,Yet Love, Love, Love, divining: finding stillBeyond dark Hell the penitential hill,And blessed Beatrice beyond the grave.Jehovah lead us through the wilderness:God make our wandering brave.
Would we were lean and grim, and shaken with hateLike Dante, fugitive, o’er-wrought with cares,And climbing bitterly the stranger’s stairs,Yet Love, Love, Love, divining: finding stillBeyond dark Hell the penitential hill,And blessed Beatrice beyond the grave.Jehovah lead us through the wilderness:God make our wandering brave.
Would we were lean and grim, and shaken with hate
Like Dante, fugitive, o’er-wrought with cares,
And climbing bitterly the stranger’s stairs,
Yet Love, Love, Love, divining: finding still
Beyond dark Hell the penitential hill,
And blessed Beatrice beyond the grave.
Jehovah lead us through the wilderness:
God make our wandering brave.