Cornucopia

Each person's own particular angel (so believe, nations)
from the heavenly orders protects us with his wings.
What wonder, Leonora, if a greater glory be yours?
Certainly your voice itself pours forth the presence of God.
Either God or certainly a third mind from the empty skies
secretly winds through your throat effectively;
winds effectively and willingly teaches mortal hearts
how they may gradually become accustomed to immortal sounds.
But if God is all things in truth, and through all things diffused,
in you alone he speaks, and holds all others mute.
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