The Holy Virgin In Hell

The chariot moves, drawn by wings Of Cherub Spirits, on! In Hell, the Holy Virgin gleams! "Mercy, O sunlike Lady!" The damned cry and beat their breasts Amidst the flames that burn, Fed by the great abyss. Among them, A sudden proud complaint Is heard: "A worshipper was I Of the great Sun; was this A cause for night to fetter me? Tell me, O sunlike Lady! The light of life I sucked, did that Become the Hell's embrace And Satan's kiss for me?"