Classic Poem

Now thou hast joined, dear Lord, the blessed choir,
In those bright realms above, which the elect
All seek to reach, and humbly all expect,
When leaving this low world of grief and ire:
Now thou art there, where often thy desire
Of Laura's presence made thee long to be
And my fair Fiammetta thou may'st see
Seated with her, where pleasures never tire.
With Cino, Dante, and Senuccio thou
Enjoyest calm, eternal, pure repose,
Beholding wonders never dreamt 'till now.
Oh! if thou lov'dst me in this world of woes
Take me to thee and Her who love's first vow
Won from me, and will keep 'till life's last close!