Dante

```

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, New York, 1998
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