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O speckled one, with good deeds and with bad,

whose texture grates against the narrow road,

and whose allegiance to what good he had

prevents the broad way too, what have you sowed?

Some think to tell you that your field is bare,

because of what you have and have not got.

They think to prove that, because you stand there,

you have not prompted good nor evil wrought.

But see, how many stand right there with you.

All speckled are the sons of men, and while

some think that there are either Lost or True,

the true body of man is in the stile.

And where have your good deeds gone, in that gate?

To both the loyal and the reprobate.

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The music wreathed the two souls set in me

and made the sinner dream, and the saint soar,

and made both see what they expect to see:

the triumph of the passions they adore.

And when they saw the other taking part

in all the joy that was, they thought, their own,

that was the pin that pricked each hardened heart,

and made each question if they were alone.

If you could hear the music they composed

once both sides intertwined their melodies,

you would not wonder how the Lord supposed

to dine with those prone to loud revelries.

I find that heaven is just such a scene:

the realest concert you have ever seen.