Canto XXIX.The Celestial Arms. That night they slept and took their rest; And then the mighty saint addressed, With pleasant smile and accents mild These words to Raghu's princely child: “Well pleased am I.High fate be thine, Thou scion of a royal line. Now will I,for I love thee so, All heavenly arms on thee bestow. Victor with these,whoe'er oppose, Thy hand shall conquer all thy foes, Though Gods and spirits of the air, Serpents and fiends,the conflict dare. I'll give thee as a pledge of love The mystic arms they use above, For worthy thou to have revealed The