That must be proved, nought else to thee affirms it.” “Were the world to Christianity converted,” I said, “withouten miracles, this one Is such, the rest are not its hundredth part; Because that poor and fasting thou didst enter Into the field to sow there the good plant, Which was a vine and has become a thorn!” This being finished, the high, holy Court Resounded through the spheres, “One God we praise!” In melody that there above is chanted. And then that Baron, who from branch to branch, 1857 Examining, had thus conducted me, Till the extremest leaves we were approaching, Again began: “The Grace that dallying 1858 Plays with thine intellect thy mouth has opened, Up to this point, as it should opened be, So that I do approve what forth emerged; But now thou must express what thou believest, And whence to thy belief it was presented.” “O holy father, spirit who beholdest What thou believedst so that thou o’ercamest, Towards the sepulchre, more youthful feet,”