But upward they returned in briefer time,

And, on arriving, with the others wheeled

Tow'rds us, like troops that run without a rein.

"This folk that presses unto us is great,

And cometh to implore thee," said the Poet;

"So still go onward, and in going listen."

"O soul that goest to beatitude

With the same members wherewith thou wast born,"