Note 509 — LA LEGGENDA DI UN FILOSOFO (Michele Scotto)

Before their eyes the wizard lay, As if he had not dead a day. His hoary beard in silver roll'd, He seem'd some seventy winters old; A palmer's amice wrapp'd him round, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea; His left hand held his book of might; A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee; High and majestic was his look, At which the feilest fiends had shook, And all unruffled was his face; They trusted his soul had gotten grace.