BY MICHAEL ANGELO.

Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,

And I be undeluded, unbetray’d;

For, if of our affections none find grace

In sight of Heaven, then wherefore hath God made

The world which we inhabit? Better plea

Love cannot have, than that in loving thee,

Glory to that eternal Peace is paid,

Who such divinity to thee imparts

As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts.

His hope is treacherous only, whose love dies

With beauty, which is varying every hour;

But in chaste hearts, uninfluenced by the power

Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower

That breathes on earth the air of Paradise.

The personal beauty and intellectual endowments of Vittoria Colonna,

marchioness of Pescara, impressed Michael Angelo with sentiments of

affectionate esteem. She admired his genius, and frequently left her

residence at Viterbo for the sole purpose of enjoying his society at

Rome. He addressed three sonnets and a madrigal to her. In her last

moments he paid her a visit, and told Condivi he grieved he had not

kissed her cheek, as he had her hand, for there was little hope of his

ever seeing her again. He penned an epitaph on her decease: the

recollection of her death constantly dejected him.

To the purity of his thoughts, there is a high testimony by Condivi. “In

a long intimacy, I have never heard from his mouth a single word that

was not perfectly decorous, and had not for its object to extinguish in

youth every improper and lawless desire: his nature is a stranger to

depravity.” He was religious, not by the show, but from feeling and

conviction As an instance, a short poetical supplication, translated by

Mr. Duppa into prose, is remarkable for its self-knowledge and

simplicity; it is here subjoined:--

“_To the Supreme Being._

“My prayers will be sweet if thou lendest me virtue to make them worthy

to be heard; my unfruitful soil cannot produce virtue of itself. Thou

knowest the seed, and how to sow it, that it may spring up in the mind

to produce just and pious works: if thou showest not the hallowed path,

no one by his own knowledge can follow thee. Pour thou into my mind the

thoughts that may conduct me in thy holy steps; and endue me with a

fervent tongue, that I may alway praise, exalt, and sing thy glory.”

Finally, it may be added, that in an age of splendid vice, Michael

Angelo was an illustrious example of virtue.

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