LII

Yet since thou bidst, thy pleasure shal be donne. 460
  Then come thou man of earth, and see the way,
  That never yet was seene of Faeries sonne,
  That never leads the traveiler astray,
  But after labors long, and sad delay,
  Brings them to joyous rest and endlesse blis. 465
  But first thou must a season fast and pray,
  Till from her bands the spright assoiled is,
And have her strength recur’d from fraile infirmitis.

LIII

That donne, he leads him to the highest Mount;
  Such one as that same mighty man[*] of God, 470
  That blood-red billowes[*] like a walled front
  On either side disparted with his rod,
  Till that his army dry-foot through them yod,
  Dwelt forty dayes upon; where writ in stone
  With bloudy letters by the hand of God, 475
  The bitter doome of death and balefull mone
He did receive, whiles flashing fire about him shone.

LIV

Or like that sacred hill,[*] whose head full hie,
  Adornd with fruitfull Olives all arownd,
  Is, as it were for endlesse memory 480
  Of that deare Lord who oft thereon was fownd,
  For ever with a flowring girlond crownd: 
  Or like that pleasaunt Mount,[*] that is for ay
  Through famous Poets verse each where renownd,
  On which the thrise three learned Ladies play 485
Their heavenly notes, and make full many a lovely lay.

LV

From thence, far off he unto him did shew
  A litle path, that was both steepe and long,
  Which to a goodly Citie[*] led his vew;
  Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong 490
  Of perle and precious stone, that earthly tong
  Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell;
  Too high a ditty for my simple song;
  The Citie of the great king hight it well,
Wherein eternall peace and happinesse doth dwell. 495

LVI

As he thereon stood gazing, he might see
  The blessed Angels to and fro descend
  From highest heaven in gladsome companee,
  And with great joy into that Citie wend,
  As commonly as friend does with his frend. 500
  Whereat he wondred much, and gan enquere,
  What stately building durst so high extend
  Her loftie towres unto the starry sphere,
And what unknowen nation there empeopled were.

LVII

Faire knight (quoth he) Hierusalem that is, 505
  The new Hierusalem, that God has built
  For those to dwell in, that are chosen his,
  His chosen people purg’d from sinfull guilt
  With pretious blood, which cruelly was spilt
  On cursed tree, of that unspotted lam, 510
  That for the sinnes of al the world was kilt: 
  Now are they Saints all in that Citie sam,
More dear unto their God then younglings to their dam.