Ad Leonoram Romæ canentem.

Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes)
Obtigit æthereis ales ab ordinibus.
Quid mirum? Leonora tibi si gloria major,
Nam tua præsentem vox sonat ipsa Deum.
Aut Deus, aut vacui certè mens tertia cœli [ 5 ]
Pertua secretò guttura serpit agens;
Serpit agens, facilisque docet mortalia corda
Sensim immortali assuescere posse sono.
Quòd si cuncta quidem Deus est, per cunctaque fusus,
In te unâ loquitur, cætera mutus habet. [ 10 ]

To Leonora Singing in Rome

Each man—so the nations believe—is given a guardian angel with protective wings. Why marvel then, Leonora, if you have even a greater privilege? After all, the sound of your voice declares the presence of God. God — or at least the third mind — having left heaven, hides in your throat and slowly accustoms people to immortal sounds. If God is in all things and is everywhere, he still speaks only through you, while he remains silent in everyone else.