Christians Help with this poem?

Christians: Help Analyzing this poem?

I need some help with the Christian elements, humanistic points, general main idea of the poem posted below.

Has anyone read "Triumph of Eternity" by Petrarch? Or is good at analyzing literature?

I attached some of the work below. I would like some help analyzing it, or even just some help finding a website that breaks down the main points. There doesn't seem to be much about this piece online. I have read through this and understand most of it, but I'm sure I'm missing some of the elements.

My paper is on the relationship between humanism and christianity during the renaissance in Italy.

The full text can be accessed at: http://petrarch.petersadlon.com/read_tri%E2%80%A6

TRIUMPHUS ETERNITATIS


Triumph of Eternity

WHEN I had seen that nothing under heaven

Is firm and stable, in dismay I turned

To my heart, and asked: "Wherein hast thou thy trust?"

"In the Lord," the answer came, "Who keepeth ever

His covenant with one who trusts in Him.

Well do I see the mockery of the world,

And know what I have been, and what I am,

And see Time marching, nay more, flying on;

Yet there is none of whom I may complain.

For the fault is mine: long since I should have opened

Mine eyes, instead of waiting to the end,

And true it is that I have delayed too long.

But divine mercies never come too late:

In them I hope, that they may work in me

A transformation deep and excellent."

'Twas thus my heart made answer. If all things

That are beneath the heavens are to fail,

How, after many circlings, will they end?

So ran my thought; and as I pondered it

More and more deeply, I at last beheld

A world made new and changeless and eternaL

I saw the sun, the heavens, and the stars

And land and sea unmade, and made again

More beauteous and more joyous than before.

Greatly I marveled, seeing time itself

Come to an end, that ne' er before had ceased,

But had been wont in its course to change all things.

Past, present, future: these I saw combined

In a single term, and that unchangeable:

No swiftness now, as there had been before.

As on an empty plain, I now could see

No "sha11 be" or "has been," "ne.er" or .before.

Or .after,. filling life with doubtfulness.

Thought passes as a ray of the sun through glass?

More swiftly still, for there is nought to impede.

What grace, if I am worthy, shall be mine,

If I may there behold the Highest Good,

And none of the harm that is poured out by Time,

And comes with Time, and disappears with Time!

The sun no more will pause in the Bull or the Fish,

Through whose diversities the work of man

Is born or dies, increases, or grows less.

Blest are the spirits who in the choir supreme

Shall be or are already honored so

That memory eternal holds their names!

Happy indeed is he who finds the ford

To cross the torrent, mountainous and swift,

That is called life, to many men so dear!

Wretched indeed the blind and common folk

Who set their hopes upon the things of earth,

That Time so suddenly doth bear away!

0 truly deaf and naked and infirm,

Poor in consideration and in sense,

Ye mortals, ever miserable and ill!

Yet He who rules by motion of His brow,

Who quiets or perturbs the elements,

And to whose wisdom I may not attain?

Even the angels are content and glad

To comprehend a thousandth part of it,

And set desire and are intent thereon?

0 wandering mind, ever an hunger'd still,

Wherefore so many thoughts? An hour dispels

What may be gathered in a thousand years.

All that encumbers us and weighs us down,

.Yesterday. and .tomorrow, .morn. and .eve.,

"Before" and "soon," will pass like fleeting shadows.

"Has been., .shall be,. and .was. exist no more,

But .is. and .now., the .present. and .today.,

"Eternity" alone, one and complete.

Future and past, like hills that hid our view,

Are leveled now, and nothing still remains

Whereupon hope or memory may lean,

Their variation leading men astray,

Thinking "What have I been?" "What shall I be?"

As if their lives were but an empty game.

No more will time be broken into bits,

No summer now, no winter: all will be

As one, time dead, and all the world transformed.

The years no longer in their hands will hold

The governance of fame: the glorious

Will glorious be to all eternity.

Blessed the souls that now are on the way,

Or will be soon, to reach the final goal,

Whereof I speak, whenever it may be;

And among all the rare and beauteous ones,

Most blessed she, who long before she came

To the bound that nature sets was slain by death.

Then will be manifest the angelic modes,

The honorable words, and the chaste thoughts

That nature set within her youthful heart.

The countenances hurt by death and time

Will now appear in perfect flowering,

The bond wherewith Love bound me

Update:

you all are complete idiots. thanks for nothing. and yes christianity did exist during the renaissance. maybe you should do some research.

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  • Anonymous
    9 years ago
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    Yes, just one problem, you are writing a poem about a misogynistic tyrant that condones and even orders the practice of slavery, rape of women and murder of children.

  • Anonymous
    9 years ago

    "My paper is on the relationship between humanism and christianity during the renaissance in Italy."

    Wouldn't your topic be better phrased relationship with humanism and catholicism....because the Renascence is a direct result of the artists freeing themselves from the constraints of the catholic church....NOT Christianity

  • Tommy
    Lv 6
    9 years ago

    roses are red

    violets are blue

    i'm on yahoo answers

    when i have more productive things to do

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