O Dante Alighieri,
O poet of knowledge vast,In the bosom of ceaseless time
'The Divine Comedy' must last.Beatrice, the only fount
Of your inspiration-light.The exile of fourteen years
Had failed to blight your might.And bold and gold were you;
Politics high and stark,Poetry matchless, free
In you alone we mark. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Philosopher-thinkers: The power-towers of the mind and Poet-seers: the fragrance-hours of the heart in the West, Agni Press, 1998
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