Purgatorio: CantoXII
Aughtoffatigueisfeltbymeinwalking?"
Heanswered: "WhentheP'swhichhaveremained
Stillonthyfacealmostobliterate
Shallwholly, asthefirstis, beerased,
Thyfeetwillbesovanquishedbygoodwill,
Thatnotalonetheyshallnotfeelfatigue,
Buturgingupwillbetothemdelight."
ThendidIevenastheydowhoaregoing
Withsomethingontheheadtothemunknown,
Unlessthesignsofothersmakethemdoubt,
Whereforethehandtoascertainishelpful,
Andseeksandfinds, anddothfulfilltheoffice
Whichcannotbeaccomplishedbythesight;
Andwiththefingersoftherighthandspread
Ifoundbutsixtheletters, thathadcarved
Uponmytempleshewhoborethekeys;
UponbeholdingwhichmyLeadersmiled.

