XXX.
He singing, (for mere words were now in vain,
That melody so led all souls at will,)
Singing he played, and matched that earth-born strain
With music sweeter still.
XXXI.
Of holier joy he sang, more true delight,
In other happier isles for them reserved,
Who, faithful here, from constancy, and right,
And truth have never swerved;