O nott’ o dolce tempo.
O night, O sweet though sombre span of time!—
All things find rest upon their journey’s end—
Whoso hath praised thee, well doth apprehend;
And whoso honours thee, hath wisdom’s prime.
Our cares thou canst to quietude sublime;
For dews and darkness are of peace the friend:
Often by thee in dreams upborne, I wend
From earth to heaven, where yet I hope to climb.
Thou shade of Death, through whom the soul at length
Shuns pain and sadness hostile to the heart,
Whom mourners find their last and sure relief!
Thou dost restore our suffering flesh to strength,
Driest our tears, assuagest every smart,
Purging the spirits of the pure from grief.
(Michelangelo Buonarroti)
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