From Petrarch

Superior gifts, that Heaven imparts to few —
Simplicity, and Wisdom's aweful strain,
That raptures more than human could attain —
Enchanting smiles, and beauty ever new —
Peculiar sweetness, that an Angel drew
From Heaven's own fountains pure — a lovely face —
Unsullied innocence, and flowing grace —
A voice, whose breath melodious could renew
Life's drooping sinews, and revenge disarm —
Eyes, that could melt the most obdurate pride,
Or lighten Melancholy's fearful shade —
Words eloquent, and Fancy's native charm —
Compassion's tear with honour's flame allied —
By these Magicians has the change been made.
Author of original: 
Francesco Petrarch
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