Chapter 32 DELICIAE SAPIENTIAE DE AMORE.

Love, light for me

Thy ruddiest blazing torch,

That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch

Of the glad Palace of Virginity,

May gaze within, and sing the pomp I see;

For, crown'd with roses all,

'Tis there, O Love, they keep thy festival!

But first warn off the beatific spot

Those wretched who have not

Even afar beheld the shini