Of which this courteous priest shall make a gift 1387 To show himself a partisan; and such gifts Will to the living of the land conform. 1388 Above us there are mirrors, Thrones you call them, 1389 From which shines out on us God Judicant, So that this utterance seems good to us.” Here it was silent, and it had the semblance Of being turned elsewhither, by the wheel On which it entered as it was before. The other joy, already known to me, Became a thing transplendent in my sight, As a fine ruby smitten by the sun. 1390 Through joy effulgence is acquired above, 1391 As here a smile; but down below, the shade Outwardly darkens, as the mind is sad. “God seeth all things, and in Him, blest spirit, 1392 Thy sight is,” said I, “so that never will Of his can possibly from thee be hidden;