2 With even pace, like oxen that go yoked, I went on with that burdened soul so long 3 as the sweet Pedagogue allowed it; but when he said: “Leave him, and pass on, for here it is well both with the sail and with the oars, 6 as much as he can, for every one to urge his bark,” I straitened, as is required for walking, up again my body, although my thoughts 9 remained both stooping and abased. I had moved on, and was following willingly the steps of my Master, and both 12 were now showing how light we were, when he said to me: “Turn thine eyes downward; it will be well for thee, in order to cheer the way, 15 to look upon the bed of thy footsteps.” So that there may be memory of them, as above the buried, their tombs on the ground 18 bear engraved what they were before – whence often is weeping for them there, through the pricking of remembrance, 21 which only to the pious gives the spur – so I saw figured there, but of better semblance in respect of the workmanship, 24 all that for pathway juts out from the mountain. I saw him who was created noble more than any other creature, from heaven 27 as lightning falling down, on one side.
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