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The Ascent to the First Heaven. The Sphere of Fire.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.II">II. The First Heaven, the Moon: Spirits who, having taken Sacred Vows, were forced to violate them. The Lunar Spots.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.III">III. Piccarda Donati and the Empress Constance.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.IV">IV. Questionings of the Soul and of Broken Vows.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.V">V. Discourse of Beatrice on Vows and Compensations. Ascent to the Second Heaven, Mercury: Spirits who for the Love of Fame achieved great Deeds.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.VI">VI. Justinian. The Roman Eagle. The Empire. Romeo.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.VII">VII. Beatrice’s Discourse of the Crucifixion, the Incarnation, the Immortality of the Soul, and the Resurrection of the Body.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.VIII">VIII. Ascent to the Third Heaven, Venus: Lovers. Charles Martel. Discourse on diverse Natures.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.IX">IX. Cunizza da Romano, Folco of Marseilles, and Rahab. Neglect of the Holy Land.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.X">X. The Fourth Heaven, the Sun: Theologians and Fathers of the Church. The First Circle. St. Thomas of Aquinas.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XI">XI. St. Thomas recounts the Life of St. Francis. Lament over the State of the Dominican Order.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XII">XII. St. Buonaventura recounts the Life of St. Dominic. Lament over the State of the Franciscan Order. The Second Circle.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XIII">XIII. Of the Wisdom of Solomon. St. Thomas reproaches Dante’s Judgement.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XIV">XIV. The Third Circle. Discourse on the Resurrection of the Flesh. The Fifth Heaven, Mars: Martyrs and Crusaders who died fighting for the true Faith. The Celestial Cross.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XV">XV. Cacciaguida. Florence in the Olden Time.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XVI">XVI. Dante’s Noble Ancestry. Cacciaguida’s Discourse of the Great Florentines.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XVII">XVII. Cacciaguida’s Prophecy of Dante’s Banishment.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XVIII">XVIII. The Sixth Heaven, Jupiter: Righteous Kings and Rulers. The Celestial Eagle. Dante’s Invectives against ecclesiastical Avarice.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XIX">XIX. The Eagle discourses of Salvation, Faith, and Virtue. Condemnation of the vile Kings of A.D. 1300.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XX">XX. The Eagle praises the Righteous Kings of old. Benevolence of the Divine Will.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXI">XXI. The Seventh Heaven, Saturn: The Contemplative. The Celestial Stairway. St. Peter Damiano. His Invectives against the Luxury of the Prelates.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXII">XXII. St. Benedict. His Lamentation over the Corruption of Monks. The Eighth Heaven, the Fixed Stars.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXIII">XXIII. The Triumph of Christ. The Virgin Mary. The Apostles. Gabriel.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXIV">XXIV. The Radiant Wheel. St. Peter examines Dante on Faith.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXV">XXV. The Laurel Crown. St. James examines Dante on Hope. Dante’s Blindness.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXVI">XXVI. St. John examines Dante on Charity. Dante’s Sight. Adam.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXVII">XXVII. St. Peter’s reproof of bad Popes. The Ascent to the Ninth Heaven, the ‘Primum Mobile.’</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXVIII">XXVIII. God and the Angelic Hierarchies.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXIX">XXIX. Beatrice’s Discourse of the Creation of the Angels, and of the Fall of Lucifer. Her Reproof of Foolish and Avaricious Preachers.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXX">XXX. The Tenth Heaven, or Empyrean. The River of Light. The Two Courts of Heaven. The White Rose of Paradise. The great Throne.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXXI">XXXI. The Glory of Paradise. Departure of Beatrice. St. Bernard.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXXII">XXXII. St. Bernard points out the Saints in the White Rose.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#CantoIII.XXXIII">XXXIII. Prayer to the Virgin. The Threefold Circle of the Trinity. Mystery of the Divine and Human Nature.</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td><a href="#appendix">APPENDIX</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.I"></a>Paradiso: Canto I</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +The glory of Him who moveth everything<br /> + Doth penetrate the universe, and shine<br /> + In one part more and in another less. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that heaven which most his light receives<br /> + Was I, and things beheld which to repeat<br /> + Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because in drawing near to its desire<br /> + Our intellect ingulphs itself so far,<br /> + That after it the memory cannot go. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly whatever of the holy realm<br /> + I had the power to treasure in my mind<br /> + Shall now become the subject of my song. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O good Apollo, for this last emprise<br /> + Make of me such a vessel of thy power<br /> + As giving the beloved laurel asks! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One summit of Parnassus hitherto<br /> + Has been enough for me, but now with both<br /> + I needs must enter the arena left. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Enter into my bosom, thou, and breathe<br /> + As at the time when Marsyas thou didst draw<br /> + Out of the scabbard of those limbs of his. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O power divine, lend’st thou thyself to me<br /> + So that the shadow of the blessed realm<br /> + Stamped in my brain I can make manifest, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou’lt see me come unto thy darling tree,<br /> + And crown myself thereafter with those leaves<br /> + Of which the theme and thou shall make me worthy. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So seldom, Father, do we gather them<br /> + For triumph or of Caesar or of Poet,<br /> + (The fault and shame of human inclinations,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That the Peneian foliage should bring forth<br /> + Joy to the joyous Delphic deity,<br /> + When any one it makes to thirst for it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A little spark is followed by great flame;<br /> + Perchance with better voices after me<br /> + Shall prayer be made that Cyrrha may respond! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To mortal men by passages diverse<br /> + Uprises the world’s lamp; but by that one<br /> + Which circles four uniteth with three crosses, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With better course and with a better star<br /> + Conjoined it issues, and the mundane wax<br /> + Tempers and stamps more after its own fashion. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Almost that passage had made morning there<br /> + And evening here, and there was wholly white<br /> + That hemisphere, and black the other part, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When Beatrice towards the left-hand side<br /> + I saw turned round, and gazing at the sun;<br /> + Never did eagle fasten so upon it! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even as a second ray is wont<br /> + To issue from the first and reascend,<br /> + Like to a pilgrim who would fain return, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus of her action, through the eyes infused<br /> + In my imagination, mine I made,<br /> + And sunward fixed mine eyes beyond our wont. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There much is lawful which is here unlawful<br /> + Unto our powers, by virtue of the place<br /> + Made for the human species as its own. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not long I bore it, nor so little while<br /> + But I beheld it sparkle round about<br /> + Like iron that comes molten from the fire; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And suddenly it seemed that day to day<br /> + Was added, as if He who has the power<br /> + Had with another sun the heaven adorned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With eyes upon the everlasting wheels<br /> + Stood Beatrice all intent, and I, on her<br /> + Fixing my vision from above removed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such at her aspect inwardly became<br /> + As Glaucus, tasting of the herb that made him<br /> + Peer of the other gods beneath the sea. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To represent transhumanise in words<br /> + Impossible were; the example, then, suffice<br /> + Him for whom Grace the experience reserves. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If I was merely what of me thou newly<br /> + Createdst, Love who governest the heaven,<br /> + Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal<br /> + Desiring thee, made me attentive to it<br /> + By harmony thou dost modulate and measure, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then seemed to me so much of heaven enkindled<br /> + By the sun’s flame, that neither rain nor river<br /> + E’er made a lake so widely spread abroad. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The newness of the sound and the great light<br /> + Kindled in me a longing for their cause,<br /> + Never before with such acuteness felt; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence she, who saw me as I saw myself,<br /> + To quiet in me my perturbed mind,<br /> + Opened her mouth, ere I did mine to ask, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she began: “Thou makest thyself so dull<br /> + With false imagining, that thou seest not<br /> + What thou wouldst see if thou hadst shaken it off. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou art not upon earth, as thou believest;<br /> + But lightning, fleeing its appropriate site,<br /> + Ne’er ran as thou, who thitherward returnest.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If of my former doubt I was divested<br /> + By these brief little words more smiled than spoken,<br /> + I in a new one was the more ensnared; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said: “Already did I rest content<br /> + From great amazement; but am now amazed<br /> + In what way I transcend these bodies light.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whereupon she, after a pitying sigh,<br /> + Her eyes directed tow’rds me with that look<br /> + A mother casts on a delirious child; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she began: “All things whate’er they be<br /> + Have order among themselves, and this is form,<br /> + That makes the universe resemble God. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here do the higher creatures see the footprints<br /> + Of the Eternal Power, which is the end<br /> + Whereto is made the law already mentioned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In the order that I speak of are inclined<br /> + All natures, by their destinies diverse,<br /> + More or less near unto their origin; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence they move onward unto ports diverse<br /> + O’er the great sea of being; and each one<br /> + With instinct given it which bears it on. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This bears away the fire towards the moon;<br /> + This is in mortal hearts the motive power<br /> + This binds together and unites the earth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor only the created things that are<br /> + Without intelligence this bow shoots forth,<br /> + But those that have both intellect and love. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Providence that regulates all this<br /> + Makes with its light the heaven forever quiet,<br /> + Wherein that turns which has the greatest haste. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thither now, as to a site decreed,<br /> + Bears us away the virtue of that cord<br /> + Which aims its arrows at a joyous mark. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +True is it, that as oftentimes the form<br /> + Accords not with the intention of the art,<br /> + Because in answering is matter deaf, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So likewise from this course doth deviate<br /> + Sometimes the creature, who the power possesses,<br /> + Though thus impelled, to swerve some other way, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +(In the same wise as one may see the fire<br /> + Fall from a cloud,) if the first impetus<br /> + Earthward is wrested by some false delight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou shouldst not wonder more, if well I judge,<br /> + At thine ascent, than at a rivulet<br /> + From some high mount descending to the lowland. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Marvel it would be in thee, if deprived<br /> + Of hindrance, thou wert seated down below,<br /> + As if on earth the living fire were quiet.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereat she heavenward turned again her face. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.II"></a>Paradiso: Canto II</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Ye, who in some pretty little boat,<br /> + Eager to listen, have been following<br /> + Behind my ship, that singing sails along, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Turn back to look again upon your shores;<br /> + Do not put out to sea, lest peradventure,<br /> + In losing me, you might yourselves be lost. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The sea I sail has never yet been passed;<br /> + Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo,<br /> + And Muses nine point out to me the Bears. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ye other few who have the neck uplifted<br /> + Betimes to th’ bread of Angels upon which<br /> + One liveth here and grows not sated by it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well may you launch upon the deep salt-sea<br /> + Your vessel, keeping still my wake before you<br /> + Upon the water that grows smooth again. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those glorious ones who unto Colchos passed<br /> + Were not so wonder-struck as you shall be,<br /> + When Jason they beheld a ploughman made! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The con-created and perpetual thirst<br /> + For the realm deiform did bear us on,<br /> + As swift almost as ye the heavens behold. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upward gazed Beatrice, and I at her;<br /> + And in such space perchance as strikes a bolt<br /> + And flies, and from the notch unlocks itself, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Arrived I saw me where a wondrous thing<br /> + Drew to itself my sight; and therefore she<br /> + From whom no care of mine could be concealed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Towards me turning, blithe as beautiful,<br /> + Said unto me: “Fix gratefully thy mind<br /> + On God, who unto the first star has brought us.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It seemed to me a cloud encompassed us,<br /> + Luminous, dense, consolidate and bright<br /> + As adamant on which the sun is striking. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into itself did the eternal pearl<br /> + Receive us, even as water doth receive<br /> + A ray of light, remaining still unbroken. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If I was body, (and we here conceive not<br /> + How one dimension tolerates another,<br /> + Which needs must be if body enter body,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +More the desire should be enkindled in us<br /> + That essence to behold, wherein is seen<br /> + How God and our own nature were united. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There will be seen what we receive by faith,<br /> + Not demonstrated, but self-evident<br /> + In guise of the first truth that man believes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I made reply: “Madonna, as devoutly<br /> + As most I can do I give thanks to Him<br /> + Who has removed me from the mortal world. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But tell me what the dusky spots may be<br /> + Upon this body, which below on earth<br /> + Make people tell that fabulous tale of Cain?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Somewhat she smiled; and then, “If the opinion<br /> + Of mortals be erroneous,” she said,<br /> + “Where’er the key of sense doth not unlock, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Certes, the shafts of wonder should not pierce thee<br /> + Now, forasmuch as, following the senses,<br /> + Thou seest that the reason has short wings. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But tell me what thou think’st of it thyself.”<br /> + And I: “What seems to us up here diverse,<br /> + Is caused, I think, by bodies rare and dense.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she: “Right truly shalt thou see immersed<br /> + In error thy belief, if well thou hearest<br /> + The argument that I shall make against it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Lights many the eighth sphere displays to you<br /> + Which in their quality and quantity<br /> + May noted be of aspects different. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If this were caused by rare and dense alone,<br /> + One only virtue would there be in all<br /> + Or more or less diffused, or equally. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Virtues diverse must be perforce the fruits<br /> + Of formal principles; and these, save one,<br /> + Of course would by thy reasoning be destroyed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Besides, if rarity were of this dimness<br /> + The cause thou askest, either through and through<br /> + This planet thus attenuate were of matter, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Or else, as in a body is apportioned<br /> + The fat and lean, so in like manner this<br /> + Would in its volume interchange the leaves. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Were it the former, in the sun’s eclipse<br /> + It would be manifest by the shining through<br /> + Of light, as through aught tenuous interfused. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This is not so; hence we must scan the other,<br /> + And if it chance the other I demolish,<br /> + Then falsified will thy opinion be. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But if this rarity go not through and through,<br /> + There needs must be a limit, beyond which<br /> + Its contrary prevents the further passing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thence the foreign radiance is reflected,<br /> + Even as a colour cometh back from glass,<br /> + The which behind itself concealeth lead. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now thou wilt say the sunbeam shows itself<br /> + More dimly there than in the other parts,<br /> + By being there reflected farther back. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From this reply experiment will free thee<br /> + If e’er thou try it, which is wont to be<br /> + The fountain to the rivers of your arts. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Three mirrors shalt thou take, and two remove<br /> + Alike from thee, the other more remote<br /> + Between the former two shall meet thine eyes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Turned towards these, cause that behind thy back<br /> + Be placed a light, illuming the three mirrors<br /> + And coming back to thee by all reflected. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Though in its quantity be not so ample<br /> + The image most remote, there shalt thou see<br /> + How it perforce is equally resplendent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now, as beneath the touches of warm rays<br /> + Naked the subject of the snow remains<br /> + Both of its former colour and its cold, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thee thus remaining in thy intellect,<br /> + Will I inform with such a living light,<br /> + That it shall tremble in its aspect to thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within the heaven of the divine repose<br /> + Revolves a body, in whose virtue lies<br /> + The being of whatever it contains. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The following heaven, that has so many eyes,<br /> + Divides this being by essences diverse,<br /> + Distinguished from it, and by it contained. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other spheres, by various differences,<br /> + All the distinctions which they have within them<br /> + Dispose unto their ends and their effects. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus do these organs of the world proceed,<br /> + As thou perceivest now, from grade to grade;<br /> + Since from above they take, and act beneath. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Observe me well, how through this place I come<br /> + Unto the truth thou wishest, that hereafter<br /> + Thou mayst alone know how to keep the ford +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The power and motion of the holy spheres,<br /> + As from the artisan the hammer’s craft,<br /> + Forth from the blessed motors must proceed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The heaven, which lights so manifold make fair,<br /> + From the Intelligence profound, which turns it,<br /> + The image takes, and makes of it a seal. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even as the soul within your dust<br /> + Through members different and accommodated<br /> + To faculties diverse expands itself, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So likewise this Intelligence diffuses<br /> + Its virtue multiplied among the stars.<br /> + Itself revolving on its unity. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Virtue diverse doth a diverse alloyage<br /> + Make with the precious body that it quickens,<br /> + In which, as life in you, it is combined. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From the glad nature whence it is derived,<br /> + The mingled virtue through the body shines,<br /> + Even as gladness through the living pupil. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From this proceeds whate’er from light to light<br /> + Appeareth different, not from dense and rare:<br /> + This is the formal principle that produces, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +According to its goodness, dark and bright.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.III"></a>Paradiso: Canto III</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +That Sun, which erst with love my bosom warmed,<br /> + Of beauteous truth had unto me discovered,<br /> + By proving and reproving, the sweet aspect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, that I might confess myself convinced<br /> + And confident, so far as was befitting,<br /> + I lifted more erect my head to speak. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But there appeared a vision, which withdrew me<br /> + So close to it, in order to be seen,<br /> + That my confession I remembered not. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such as through polished and transparent glass,<br /> + Or waters crystalline and undisturbed,<br /> + But not so deep as that their bed be lost, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Come back again the outlines of our faces<br /> + So feeble, that a pearl on forehead white<br /> + Comes not less speedily unto our eyes; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such saw I many faces prompt to speak,<br /> + So that I ran in error opposite<br /> + To that which kindled love ’twixt man and fountain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As soon as I became aware of them,<br /> + Esteeming them as mirrored semblances,<br /> + To see of whom they were, mine eyes I turned, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And nothing saw, and once more turned them forward<br /> + Direct into the light of my sweet Guide,<br /> + Who smiling kindled in her holy eyes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Marvel thou not,” she said to me, “because<br /> + I smile at this thy puerile conceit,<br /> + Since on the truth it trusts not yet its foot, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But turns thee, as ’tis wont, on emptiness.<br /> + True substances are these which thou beholdest,<br /> + Here relegate for breaking of some vow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore speak with them, listen and believe;<br /> + For the true light, which giveth peace to them,<br /> + Permits them not to turn from it their feet.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I unto the shade that seemed most wishful<br /> + To speak directed me, and I began,<br /> + As one whom too great eagerness bewilders: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O well-created spirit, who in the rays<br /> + Of life eternal dost the sweetness taste<br /> + Which being untasted ne’er is comprehended, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Grateful ’twill be to me, if thou content me<br /> + Both with thy name and with your destiny.”<br /> + Whereat she promptly and with laughing eyes: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Our charity doth never shut the doors<br /> + Against a just desire, except as one<br /> + Who wills that all her court be like herself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I was a virgin sister in the world;<br /> + And if thy mind doth contemplate me well,<br /> + The being more fair will not conceal me from thee, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But thou shalt recognise I am Piccarda,<br /> + Who, stationed here among these other blessed,<br /> + Myself am blessed in the slowest sphere. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +All our affections, that alone inflamed<br /> + Are in the pleasure of the Holy Ghost,<br /> + Rejoice at being of his order formed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this allotment, which appears so low,<br /> + Therefore is given us, because our vows<br /> + Have been neglected and in some part void.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence I to her: “In your miraculous aspects<br /> + There shines I know not what of the divine,<br /> + Which doth transform you from our first conceptions. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore I was not swift in my remembrance;<br /> + But what thou tellest me now aids me so,<br /> + That the refiguring is easier to me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But tell me, ye who in this place are happy,<br /> + Are you desirous of a higher place,<br /> + To see more or to make yourselves more friends?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +First with those other shades she smiled a little;<br /> + Thereafter answered me so full of gladness,<br /> + She seemed to burn in the first fire of love: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Brother, our will is quieted by virtue<br /> + Of charity, that makes us wish alone<br /> + For what we have, nor gives us thirst for more. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If to be more exalted we aspired,<br /> + Discordant would our aspirations be<br /> + Unto the will of Him who here secludes us; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Which thou shalt see finds no place in these circles,<br /> + If being in charity is needful here,<br /> + And if thou lookest well into its nature; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nay, ’tis essential to this blest existence<br /> + To keep itself within the will divine,<br /> + Whereby our very wishes are made one; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that, as we are station above station<br /> + Throughout this realm, to all the realm ’tis pleasing,<br /> + As to the King, who makes his will our will. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And his will is our peace; this is the sea<br /> + To which is moving onward whatsoever<br /> + It doth create, and all that nature makes.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then it was clear to me how everywhere<br /> + In heaven is Paradise, although the grace<br /> + Of good supreme there rain not in one measure. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But as it comes to pass, if one food sates,<br /> + And for another still remains the longing,<br /> + We ask for this, and that decline with thanks, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +E’en thus did I; with gesture and with word,<br /> + To learn from her what was the web wherein<br /> + She did not ply the shuttle to the end. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“A perfect life and merit high in-heaven<br /> + A lady o’er us,” said she, “by whose rule<br /> + Down in your world they vest and veil themselves, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That until death they may both watch and sleep<br /> + Beside that Spouse who every vow accepts<br /> + Which charity conformeth to his pleasure. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To follow her, in girlhood from the world<br /> + I fled, and in her habit shut myself,<br /> + And pledged me to the pathway of her sect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then men accustomed unto evil more<br /> + Than unto good, from the sweet cloister tore me;<br /> + God knows what afterward my life became. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This other splendour, which to thee reveals<br /> + Itself on my right side, and is enkindled<br /> + With all the illumination of our sphere, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What of myself I say applies to her;<br /> + A nun was she, and likewise from her head<br /> + Was ta’en the shadow of the sacred wimple. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But when she too was to the world returned<br /> + Against her wishes and against good usage,<br /> + Of the heart’s veil she never was divested. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of great Costanza this is the effulgence,<br /> + Who from the second wind of Suabia<br /> + Brought forth the third and latest puissance.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus unto me she spake, and then began<br /> + “Ave Maria” singing, and in singing<br /> + Vanished, as through deep water something heavy. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My sight, that followed her as long a time<br /> + As it was possible, when it had lost her<br /> + Turned round unto the mark of more desire, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And wholly unto Beatrice reverted;<br /> + But she such lightnings flashed into mine eyes,<br /> + That at the first my sight endured it not; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this in questioning more backward made me. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.IV"></a>Paradiso: Canto IV</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Between two viands, equally removed<br /> + And tempting, a free man would die of hunger<br /> + Ere either he could bring unto his teeth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So would a lamb between the ravenings<br /> + Of two fierce wolves stand fearing both alike;<br /> + And so would stand a dog between two does. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence, if I held my peace, myself I blame not,<br /> + Impelled in equal measure by my doubts,<br /> + Since it must be so, nor do I commend. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I held my peace; but my desire was painted<br /> + Upon my face, and questioning with that<br /> + More fervent far than by articulate speech. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beatrice did as Daniel had done<br /> + Relieving Nebuchadnezzar from the wrath<br /> + Which rendered him unjustly merciless, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said: “Well see I how attracteth thee<br /> + One and the other wish, so that thy care<br /> + Binds itself so that forth it does not breathe. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou arguest, if good will be permanent,<br /> + The violence of others, for what reason<br /> + Doth it decrease the measure of my merit? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Again for doubting furnish thee occasion<br /> + Souls seeming to return unto the stars,<br /> + According to the sentiment of Plato. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +These are the questions which upon thy wish<br /> + Are thrusting equally; and therefore first<br /> + Will I treat that which hath the most of gall. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He of the Seraphim most absorbed in God,<br /> + Moses, and Samuel, and whichever John<br /> + Thou mayst select, I say, and even Mary, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Have not in any other heaven their seats,<br /> + Than have those spirits that just appeared to thee,<br /> + Nor of existence more or fewer years; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But all make beautiful the primal circle,<br /> + And have sweet life in different degrees,<br /> + By feeling more or less the eternal breath. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +They showed themselves here, not because allotted<br /> + This sphere has been to them, but to give sign<br /> + Of the celestial which is least exalted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To speak thus is adapted to your mind,<br /> + Since only through the sense it apprehendeth<br /> + What then it worthy makes of intellect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On this account the Scripture condescends<br /> + Unto your faculties, and feet and hands<br /> + To God attributes, and means something else; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And Holy Church under an aspect human<br /> + Gabriel and Michael represent to you,<br /> + And him who made Tobias whole again. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That which Timaeus argues of the soul<br /> + Doth not resemble that which here is seen,<br /> + Because it seems that as he speaks he thinks. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He says the soul unto its star returns,<br /> + Believing it to have been severed thence<br /> + Whenever nature gave it as a form. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Perhaps his doctrine is of other guise<br /> + Than the words sound, and possibly may be<br /> + With meaning that is not to be derided. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If he doth mean that to these wheels return<br /> + The honour of their influence and the blame,<br /> + Perhaps his bow doth hit upon some truth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This principle ill understood once warped<br /> + The whole world nearly, till it went astray<br /> + Invoking Jove and Mercury and Mars. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other doubt which doth disquiet thee<br /> + Less venom has, for its malevolence<br /> + Could never lead thee otherwhere from me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That as unjust our justice should appear<br /> + In eyes of mortals, is an argument<br /> + Of faith, and not of sin heretical. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But still, that your perception may be able<br /> + To thoroughly penetrate this verity,<br /> + As thou desirest, I will satisfy thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If it be violence when he who suffers<br /> + Co-operates not with him who uses force,<br /> + These souls were not on that account excused; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For will is never quenched unless it will,<br /> + But operates as nature doth in fire<br /> + If violence a thousand times distort it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence, if it yieldeth more or less, it seconds<br /> + The force; and these have done so, having power<br /> + Of turning back unto the holy place. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If their will had been perfect, like to that<br /> + Which Lawrence fast upon his gridiron held,<br /> + And Mutius made severe to his own hand, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It would have urged them back along the road<br /> + Whence they were dragged, as soon as they were free;<br /> + But such a solid will is all too rare. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And by these words, if thou hast gathered them<br /> + As thou shouldst do, the argument is refuted<br /> + That would have still annoyed thee many times. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But now another passage runs across<br /> + Before thine eyes, and such that by thyself<br /> + Thou couldst not thread it ere thou wouldst be weary. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I have for certain put into thy mind<br /> + That soul beatified could never lie,<br /> + For it is near the primal Truth, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then thou from Piccarda might’st have heard<br /> + Costanza kept affection for the veil,<br /> + So that she seemeth here to contradict me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Many times, brother, has it come to pass,<br /> + That, to escape from peril, with reluctance<br /> + That has been done it was not right to do, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +E’en as Alcmaeon (who, being by his father<br /> + Thereto entreated, his own mother slew)<br /> + Not to lose pity pitiless became. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +At this point I desire thee to remember<br /> + That force with will commingles, and they cause<br /> + That the offences cannot be excused. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Will absolute consenteth not to evil;<br /> + But in so far consenteth as it fears,<br /> + If it refrain, to fall into more harm. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence when Piccarda uses this expression,<br /> + She meaneth the will absolute, and I<br /> + The other, so that both of us speak truth.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such was the flowing of the holy river<br /> + That issued from the fount whence springs all truth;<br /> + This put to rest my wishes one and all. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O love of the first lover, O divine,”<br /> + Said I forthwith, “whose speech inundates me<br /> + And warms me so, it more and more revives me, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My own affection is not so profound<br /> + As to suffice in rendering grace for grace;<br /> + Let Him, who sees and can, thereto respond. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well I perceive that never sated is<br /> + Our intellect unless the Truth illume it,<br /> + Beyond which nothing true expands itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It rests therein, as wild beast in his lair,<br /> + When it attains it; and it can attain it;<br /> + If not, then each desire would frustrate be. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore springs up, in fashion of a shoot,<br /> + Doubt at the foot of truth; and this is nature,<br /> + Which to the top from height to height impels us. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This doth invite me, this assurance give me<br /> + With reverence, Lady, to inquire of you<br /> + Another truth, which is obscure to me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I wish to know if man can satisfy you<br /> + For broken vows with other good deeds, so<br /> + That in your balance they will not be light.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beatrice gazed upon me with her eyes<br /> + Full of the sparks of love, and so divine,<br /> + That, overcome my power, I turned my back +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And almost lost myself with eyes downcast. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.V"></a>Paradiso: Canto V</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“If in the heat of love I flame upon thee<br /> + Beyond the measure that on earth is seen,<br /> + So that the valour of thine eyes I vanquish, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Marvel thou not thereat; for this proceeds<br /> + From perfect sight, which as it apprehends<br /> + To the good apprehended moves its feet. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well I perceive how is already shining<br /> + Into thine intellect the eternal light,<br /> + That only seen enkindles always love; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if some other thing your love seduce,<br /> + ’Tis nothing but a vestige of the same,<br /> + Ill understood, which there is shining through. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou fain wouldst know if with another service<br /> + For broken vow can such return be made<br /> + As to secure the soul from further claim.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This Canto thus did Beatrice begin;<br /> + And, as a man who breaks not off his speech,<br /> + Continued thus her holy argument: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The greatest gift that in his largess God<br /> + Creating made, and unto his own goodness<br /> + Nearest conformed, and that which he doth prize +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Most highly, is the freedom of the will,<br /> + Wherewith the creatures of intelligence<br /> + Both all and only were and are endowed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now wilt thou see, if thence thou reasonest,<br /> + The high worth of a vow, if it he made<br /> + So that when thou consentest God consents: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For, closing between God and man the compact,<br /> + A sacrifice is of this treasure made,<br /> + Such as I say, and made by its own act. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What can be rendered then as compensation?<br /> + Think’st thou to make good use of what thou’st offered,<br /> + With gains ill gotten thou wouldst do good deed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now art thou certain of the greater point;<br /> + But because Holy Church in this dispenses,<br /> + Which seems against the truth which I have shown thee, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behoves thee still to sit awhile at table,<br /> + Because the solid food which thou hast taken<br /> + Requireth further aid for thy digestion. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Open thy mind to that which I reveal,<br /> + And fix it there within; for ’tis not knowledge,<br /> + The having heard without retaining it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In the essence of this sacrifice two things<br /> + Convene together; and the one is that<br /> + Of which ’tis made, the other is the agreement. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This last for evermore is cancelled not<br /> + Unless complied with, and concerning this<br /> + With such precision has above been spoken. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore it was enjoined upon the Hebrews<br /> + To offer still, though sometimes what was offered<br /> + Might be commuted, as thou ought’st to know. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other, which is known to thee as matter,<br /> + May well indeed be such that one errs not<br /> + If it for other matter be exchanged. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But let none shift the burden on his shoulder<br /> + At his arbitrament, without the turning<br /> + Both of the white and of the yellow key; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And every permutation deem as foolish,<br /> + If in the substitute the thing relinquished,<br /> + As the four is in six, be not contained. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore whatever thing has so great weight<br /> + In value that it drags down every balance,<br /> + Cannot be satisfied with other spending. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let mortals never take a vow in jest;<br /> + Be faithful and not blind in doing that,<br /> + As Jephthah was in his first offering, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whom more beseemed to say, ‘I have done wrong,<br /> + Than to do worse by keeping; and as foolish<br /> + Thou the great leader of the Greeks wilt find, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence wept Iphigenia her fair face,<br /> + And made for her both wise and simple weep,<br /> + Who heard such kind of worship spoken of.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Christians, be ye more serious in your movements;<br /> + Be ye not like a feather at each wind,<br /> + And think not every water washes you. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ye have the Old and the New Testament,<br /> + And the Pastor of the Church who guideth you<br /> + Let this suffice you unto your salvation. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If evil appetite cry aught else to you,<br /> + Be ye as men, and not as silly sheep,<br /> + So that the Jew among you may not mock you. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Be ye not as the lamb that doth abandon<br /> + Its mother’s milk, and frolicsome and simple<br /> + Combats at its own pleasure with itself.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus Beatrice to me even as I write it;<br /> + Then all desireful turned herself again<br /> + To that part where the world is most alive. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Her silence and her change of countenance<br /> + Silence imposed upon my eager mind,<br /> + That had already in advance new questions; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as an arrow that upon the mark<br /> + Strikes ere the bowstring quiet hath become,<br /> + So did we speed into the second realm. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My Lady there so joyful I beheld,<br /> + As into the brightness of that heaven she entered,<br /> + More luminous thereat the planet grew; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if the star itself was changed and smiled,<br /> + What became I, who by my nature am<br /> + Exceeding mutable in every guise! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As, in a fish-pond which is pure and tranquil,<br /> + The fishes draw to that which from without<br /> + Comes in such fashion that their food they deem it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So I beheld more than a thousand splendours<br /> + Drawing towards us, and in each was heard:<br /> + “Lo, this is she who shall increase our love.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as each one was coming unto us,<br /> + Full of beatitude the shade was seen,<br /> + By the effulgence clear that issued from it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Think, Reader, if what here is just beginning<br /> + No farther should proceed, how thou wouldst have<br /> + An agonizing need of knowing more; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of thyself thou’lt see how I from these<br /> + Was in desire of hearing their conditions,<br /> + As they unto mine eyes were manifest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O thou well-born, unto whom Grace concedes<br /> + To see the thrones of the eternal triumph,<br /> + Or ever yet the warfare be abandoned +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With light that through the whole of heaven is spread<br /> + Kindled are we, and hence if thou desirest<br /> + To know of us, at thine own pleasure sate thee.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus by some one among those holy spirits<br /> + Was spoken, and by Beatrice: “Speak, speak<br /> + Securely, and believe them even as Gods.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Well I perceive how thou dost nest thyself<br /> + In thine own light, and drawest it from thine eyes,<br /> + Because they coruscate when thou dost smile, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But know not who thou art, nor why thou hast,<br /> + Spirit august, thy station in the sphere<br /> + That veils itself to men in alien rays.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This said I in direction of the light<br /> + Which first had spoken to me; whence it became<br /> + By far more lucent than it was before. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as the sun, that doth conceal himself<br /> + By too much light, when heat has worn away<br /> + The tempering influence of the vapours dense, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +By greater rapture thus concealed itself<br /> + In its own radiance the figure saintly,<br /> + And thus close, close enfolded answered me +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In fashion as the following Canto sings. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.VI"></a>Paradiso: Canto VI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“After that Constantine the eagle turned<br /> + Against the course of heaven, which it had followed<br /> + Behind the ancient who Lavinia took, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Two hundred years and more the bird of God<br /> + In the extreme of Europe held itself,<br /> + Near to the mountains whence it issued first; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And under shadow of the sacred plumes<br /> + It governed there the world from hand to hand,<br /> + And, changing thus, upon mine own alighted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Caesar I was, and am Justinian,<br /> + Who, by the will of primal Love I feel,<br /> + Took from the laws the useless and redundant; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And ere unto the work I was attent,<br /> + One nature to exist in Christ, not more,<br /> + Believed, and with such faith was I contented. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But blessed Agapetus, he who was<br /> + The supreme pastor, to the faith sincere<br /> + Pointed me out the way by words of his. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Him I believed, and what was his assertion<br /> + I now see clearly, even as thou seest<br /> + Each contradiction to be false and true. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As soon as with the Church I moved my feet,<br /> + God in his grace it pleased with this high task<br /> + To inspire me, and I gave me wholly to it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And to my Belisarius I commended<br /> + The arms, to which was heaven’s right hand so joined<br /> + It was a signal that I should repose. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now here to the first question terminates<br /> + My answer; but the character thereof<br /> + Constrains me to continue with a sequel, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In order that thou see with how great reason<br /> + Men move against the standard sacrosanct,<br /> + Both who appropriate and who oppose it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behold how great a power has made it worthy<br /> + Of reverence, beginning from the hour<br /> + When Pallas died to give it sovereignty. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou knowest it made in Alba its abode<br /> + Three hundred years and upward, till at last<br /> + The three to three fought for it yet again. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou knowest what it achieved from Sabine wrong<br /> + Down to Lucretia’s sorrow, in seven kings<br /> + O’ercoming round about the neighboring nations; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou knowest what it achieved, borne by the Romans<br /> + Illustrious against Brennus, against Pyrrhus,<br /> + Against the other princes and confederates. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Torquatus thence and Quinctius, who from locks<br /> + Unkempt was named, Decii and Fabii,<br /> + Received the fame I willingly embalm; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It struck to earth the pride of the Arabians,<br /> + Who, following Hannibal, had passed across<br /> + The Alpine ridges, Po, from which thou glidest; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beneath it triumphed while they yet were young<br /> + Pompey and Scipio, and to the hill<br /> + Beneath which thou wast born it bitter seemed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then, near unto the time when heaven had willed<br /> + To bring the whole world to its mood serene,<br /> + Did Caesar by the will of Rome assume it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What it achieved from Var unto the Rhine,<br /> + Isere beheld and Saone, beheld the Seine,<br /> + And every valley whence the Rhone is filled; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What it achieved when it had left Ravenna,<br /> + And leaped the Rubicon, was such a flight<br /> + That neither tongue nor pen could follow it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Round towards Spain it wheeled its legions; then<br /> + Towards Durazzo, and Pharsalia smote<br /> + That to the calid Nile was felt the pain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Antandros and the Simois, whence it started,<br /> + It saw again, and there where Hector lies,<br /> + And ill for Ptolemy then roused itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From thence it came like lightning upon Juba;<br /> + Then wheeled itself again into your West,<br /> + Where the Pompeian clarion it heard. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From what it wrought with the next standard-bearer<br /> + Brutus and Cassius howl in Hell together,<br /> + And Modena and Perugia dolent were; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Still doth the mournful Cleopatra weep<br /> + Because thereof, who, fleeing from before it,<br /> + Took from the adder sudden and black death. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With him it ran even to the Red Sea shore;<br /> + With him it placed the world in so great peace,<br /> + That unto Janus was his temple closed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But what the standard that has made me speak<br /> + Achieved before, and after should achieve<br /> + Throughout the mortal realm that lies beneath it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Becometh in appearance mean and dim,<br /> + If in the hand of the third Caesar seen<br /> + With eye unclouded and affection pure, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because the living Justice that inspires me<br /> + Granted it, in the hand of him I speak of,<br /> + The glory of doing vengeance for its wrath. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now here attend to what I answer thee;<br /> + Later it ran with Titus to do vengeance<br /> + Upon the vengeance of the ancient sin. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And when the tooth of Lombardy had bitten<br /> + The Holy Church, then underneath its wings<br /> + Did Charlemagne victorious succor her. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now hast thou power to judge of such as those<br /> + Whom I accused above, and of their crimes,<br /> + Which are the cause of all your miseries. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To the public standard one the yellow lilies<br /> + Opposes, the other claims it for a party,<br /> + So that ’tis hard to see which sins the most. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let, let the Ghibellines ply their handicraft<br /> + Beneath some other standard; for this ever<br /> + Ill follows he who it and justice parts. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And let not this new Charles e’er strike it down,<br /> + He and his Guelfs, but let him fear the talons<br /> + That from a nobler lion stripped the fell. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already oftentimes the sons have wept<br /> + The father’s crime; and let him not believe<br /> + That God will change His scutcheon for the lilies. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This little planet doth adorn itself<br /> + With the good spirits that have active been,<br /> + That fame and honour might come after them; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And whensoever the desires mount thither,<br /> + Thus deviating, must perforce the rays<br /> + Of the true love less vividly mount upward. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But in commensuration of our wages<br /> + With our desert is portion of our joy,<br /> + Because we see them neither less nor greater. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Herein doth living Justice sweeten so<br /> + Affection in us, that for evermore<br /> + It cannot warp to any iniquity. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Voices diverse make up sweet melodies;<br /> + So in this life of ours the seats diverse<br /> + Render sweet harmony among these spheres; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in the compass of this present pearl<br /> + Shineth the sheen of Romeo, of whom<br /> + The grand and beauteous work was ill rewarded. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But the Provencals who against him wrought,<br /> + They have not laughed, and therefore ill goes he<br /> + Who makes his hurt of the good deeds of others. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Four daughters, and each one of them a queen,<br /> + Had Raymond Berenger, and this for him<br /> + Did Romeo, a poor man and a pilgrim; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then malicious words incited him<br /> + To summon to a reckoning this just man,<br /> + Who rendered to him seven and five for ten. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then he departed poor and stricken in years,<br /> + And if the world could know the heart he had,<br /> + In begging bit by bit his livelihood, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Though much it laud him, it would laud him more.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.VII"></a>Paradiso: Canto VII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Osanna sanctus Deus Sabaoth,<br /> + Superillustrans claritate tua<br /> + Felices ignes horum malahoth!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In this wise, to his melody returning,<br /> + This substance, upon which a double light<br /> + Doubles itself, was seen by me to sing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And to their dance this and the others moved,<br /> + And in the manner of swift-hurrying sparks<br /> + Veiled themselves from me with a sudden distance. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Doubting was I, and saying, “Tell her, tell her,”<br /> + Within me, “tell her,” saying, “tell my Lady,”<br /> + Who slakes my thirst with her sweet effluences; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And yet that reverence which doth lord it over<br /> + The whole of me only by B and ICE,<br /> + Bowed me again like unto one who drowses. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Short while did Beatrice endure me thus;<br /> + And she began, lighting me with a smile<br /> + Such as would make one happy in the fire: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“According to infallible advisement,<br /> + After what manner a just vengeance justly<br /> + Could be avenged has put thee upon thinking, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But I will speedily thy mind unloose;<br /> + And do thou listen, for these words of mine<br /> + Of a great doctrine will a present make thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +By not enduring on the power that wills<br /> + Curb for his good, that man who ne’er was born,<br /> + Damning himself damned all his progeny; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whereby the human species down below<br /> + Lay sick for many centuries in great error,<br /> + Till to descend it pleased the Word of God +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To where the nature, which from its own Maker<br /> + Estranged itself, he joined to him in person<br /> + By the sole act of his eternal love. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now unto what is said direct thy sight;<br /> + This nature when united to its Maker,<br /> + Such as created, was sincere and good; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But by itself alone was banished forth<br /> + From Paradise, because it turned aside<br /> + Out of the way of truth and of its life. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore the penalty the cross held out,<br /> + If measured by the nature thus assumed,<br /> + None ever yet with so great justice stung, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And none was ever of so great injustice,<br /> + Considering who the Person was that suffered,<br /> + Within whom such a nature was contracted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From one act therefore issued things diverse;<br /> + To God and to the Jews one death was pleasing;<br /> + Earth trembled at it and the Heaven was opened. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It should no longer now seem difficult<br /> + To thee, when it is said that a just vengeance<br /> + By a just court was afterward avenged. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But now do I behold thy mind entangled<br /> + From thought to thought within a knot, from which<br /> + With great desire it waits to free itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou sayest, ‘Well discern I what I hear;<br /> + But it is hidden from me why God willed<br /> + For our redemption only this one mode.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Buried remaineth, brother, this decree<br /> + Unto the eyes of every one whose nature<br /> + Is in the flame of love not yet adult. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Verily, inasmuch as at this mark<br /> + One gazes long and little is discerned,<br /> + Wherefore this mode was worthiest will I say. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Goodness Divine, which from itself doth spurn<br /> + All envy, burning in itself so sparkles<br /> + That the eternal beauties it unfolds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whate’er from this immediately distils<br /> + Has afterwards no end, for ne’er removed<br /> + Is its impression when it sets its seal. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whate’er from this immediately rains down<br /> + Is wholly free, because it is not subject<br /> + Unto the influences of novel things. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The more conformed thereto, the more it pleases;<br /> + For the blest ardour that irradiates all things<br /> + In that most like itself is most vivacious. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With all of these things has advantaged been<br /> + The human creature; and if one be wanting,<br /> + From his nobility he needs must fall. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Tis sin alone which doth disfranchise him,<br /> + And render him unlike the Good Supreme,<br /> + So that he little with its light is blanched, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And to his dignity no more returns,<br /> + Unless he fill up where transgression empties<br /> + With righteous pains for criminal delights. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Your nature when it sinned so utterly<br /> + In its own seed, out of these dignities<br /> + Even as out of Paradise was driven, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor could itself recover, if thou notest<br /> + With nicest subtilty, by any way,<br /> + Except by passing one of these two fords: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Either that God through clemency alone<br /> + Had pardon granted, or that man himself<br /> + Had satisfaction for his folly made. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Fix now thine eye deep into the abyss<br /> + Of the eternal counsel, to my speech<br /> + As far as may be fastened steadfastly! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Man in his limitations had not power<br /> + To satisfy, not having power to sink<br /> + In his humility obeying then, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Far as he disobeying thought to rise;<br /> + And for this reason man has been from power<br /> + Of satisfying by himself excluded. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore it God behoved in his own ways<br /> + Man to restore unto his perfect life,<br /> + I say in one, or else in both of them. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But since the action of the doer is<br /> + So much more grateful, as it more presents<br /> + The goodness of the heart from which it issues, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Goodness Divine, that doth imprint the world,<br /> + Has been contented to proceed by each<br /> + And all its ways to lift you up again; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor ’twixt the first day and the final night<br /> + Such high and such magnificent proceeding<br /> + By one or by the other was or shall be; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For God more bounteous was himself to give<br /> + To make man able to uplift himself,<br /> + Than if he only of himself had pardoned; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And all the other modes were insufficient<br /> + For justice, were it not the Son of God<br /> + Himself had humbled to become incarnate. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now, to fill fully each desire of thine,<br /> + Return I to elucidate one place,<br /> + In order that thou there mayst see as I do. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou sayst: ‘I see the air, I see the fire,<br /> + The water, and the earth, and all their mixtures<br /> + Come to corruption, and short while endure; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And these things notwithstanding were created;’<br /> + Therefore if that which I have said were true,<br /> + They should have been secure against corruption. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Angels, brother, and the land sincere<br /> + In which thou art, created may be called<br /> + Just as they are in their entire existence; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But all the elements which thou hast named,<br /> + And all those things which out of them are made,<br /> + By a created virtue are informed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Created was the matter which they have;<br /> + Created was the informing influence<br /> + Within these stars that round about them go. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The soul of every brute and of the plants<br /> + By its potential temperament attracts<br /> + The ray and motion of the holy lights; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But your own life immediately inspires<br /> + Supreme Beneficence, and enamours it<br /> + So with herself, it evermore desires her. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thou from this mayst argue furthermore<br /> + Your resurrection, if thou think again<br /> + How human flesh was fashioned at that time +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When the first parents both of them were made.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.VIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto VIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +The world used in its peril to believe<br /> + That the fair Cypria delirious love<br /> + Rayed out, in the third epicycle turning; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wherefore not only unto her paid honour<br /> + Of sacrifices and of votive cry<br /> + The ancient nations in the ancient error, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But both Dione honoured they and Cupid,<br /> + That as her mother, this one as her son,<br /> + And said that he had sat in Dido’s lap; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And they from her, whence I beginning take,<br /> + Took the denomination of the star<br /> + That woos the sun, now following, now in front. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I was not ware of our ascending to it;<br /> + But of our being in it gave full faith<br /> + My Lady whom I saw more beauteous grow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as within a flame a spark is seen,<br /> + And as within a voice a voice discerned,<br /> + When one is steadfast, and one comes and goes, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that light beheld I other lamps<br /> + Move in a circle, speeding more and less,<br /> + Methinks in measure of their inward vision. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From a cold cloud descended never winds,<br /> + Or visible or not, so rapidly<br /> + They would not laggard and impeded seem +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To any one who had those lights divine<br /> + Seen come towards us, leaving the gyration<br /> + Begun at first in the high Seraphim. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And behind those that most in front appeared<br /> + Sounded “Osanna!” so that never since<br /> + To hear again was I without desire. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then unto us more nearly one approached,<br /> + And it alone began: “We all are ready<br /> + Unto thy pleasure, that thou joy in us. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +We turn around with the celestial Princes,<br /> + One gyre and one gyration and one thirst,<br /> + To whom thou in the world of old didst say, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Ye who, intelligent, the third heaven are moving;’<br /> + And are so full of love, to pleasure thee<br /> + A little quiet will not be less sweet.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After these eyes of mine themselves had offered<br /> + Unto my Lady reverently, and she<br /> + Content and certain of herself had made them, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Back to the light they turned, which so great promise<br /> + Made of itself, and “Say, who art thou?” was<br /> + My voice, imprinted with a great affection. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O how and how much I beheld it grow<br /> + With the new joy that superadded was<br /> + Unto its joys, as soon as I had spoken! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus changed, it said to me: “The world possessed me<br /> + Short time below; and, if it had been more,<br /> + Much evil will be which would not have been. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My gladness keepeth me concealed from thee,<br /> + Which rayeth round about me, and doth hide me<br /> + Like as a creature swathed in its own silk. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Much didst thou love me, and thou hadst good reason;<br /> + For had I been below, I should have shown thee<br /> + Somewhat beyond the foliage of my love. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That left-hand margin, which doth bathe itself<br /> + In Rhone, when it is mingled with the Sorgue,<br /> + Me for its lord awaited in due time, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that horn of Ausonia, which is towned<br /> + With Bari, with Gaeta and Catona,<br /> + Whence Tronto and Verde in the sea disgorge. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already flashed upon my brow the crown<br /> + Of that dominion which the Danube waters<br /> + After the German borders it abandons; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And beautiful Trinacria, that is murky<br /> + ’Twixt Pachino and Peloro, (on the gulf<br /> + Which greatest scath from Eurus doth receive,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not through Typhoeus, but through nascent sulphur,<br /> + Would have awaited her own monarchs still,<br /> + Through me from Charles descended and from Rudolph, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If evil lordship, that exasperates ever<br /> + The subject populations, had not moved<br /> + Palermo to the outcry of ‘Death! death!’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if my brother could but this foresee,<br /> + The greedy poverty of Catalonia<br /> + Straight would he flee, that it might not molest him; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For verily ’tis needful to provide,<br /> + Through him or other, so that on his bark<br /> + Already freighted no more freight be placed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +His nature, which from liberal covetous<br /> + Descended, such a soldiery would need<br /> + As should not care for hoarding in a chest.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Because I do believe the lofty joy<br /> + Thy speech infuses into me, my Lord,<br /> + Where every good thing doth begin and end +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou seest as I see it, the more grateful<br /> + Is it to me; and this too hold I dear,<br /> + That gazing upon God thou dost discern it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Glad hast thou made me; so make clear to me,<br /> + Since speaking thou hast stirred me up to doubt,<br /> + How from sweet seed can bitter issue forth.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This I to him; and he to me: “If I<br /> + Can show to thee a truth, to what thou askest<br /> + Thy face thou’lt hold as thou dost hold thy back. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Good which all the realm thou art ascending<br /> + Turns and contents, maketh its providence<br /> + To be a power within these bodies vast; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And not alone the natures are foreseen<br /> + Within the mind that in itself is perfect,<br /> + But they together with their preservation. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For whatsoever thing this bow shoots forth<br /> + Falls foreordained unto an end foreseen,<br /> + Even as a shaft directed to its mark. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If that were not, the heaven which thou dost walk<br /> + Would in such manner its effects produce,<br /> + That they no longer would be arts, but ruins. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This cannot be, if the Intelligences<br /> + That keep these stars in motion are not maimed,<br /> + And maimed the First that has not made them perfect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wilt thou this truth have clearer made to thee?”<br /> + And I: “Not so; for ’tis impossible<br /> + That nature tire, I see, in what is needful.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence he again: “Now say, would it be worse<br /> + For men on earth were they not citizens?”<br /> + “Yes,” I replied; “and here I ask no reason.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“And can they be so, if below they live not<br /> + Diversely unto offices diverse?<br /> + No, if your master writeth well for you.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So came he with deductions to this point;<br /> + Then he concluded: “Therefore it behoves<br /> + The roots of your effects to be diverse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence one is Solon born, another Xerxes,<br /> + Another Melchisedec, and another he<br /> + Who, flying through the air, his son did lose. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Revolving Nature, which a signet is<br /> + To mortal wax, doth practise well her art,<br /> + But not one inn distinguish from another; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thence happens it that Esau differeth<br /> + In seed from Jacob; and Quirinus comes<br /> + From sire so vile that he is given to Mars. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A generated nature its own way<br /> + Would always make like its progenitors,<br /> + If Providence divine were not triumphant. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now that which was behind thee is before thee;<br /> + But that thou know that I with thee am pleased,<br /> + With a corollary will I mantle thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Evermore nature, if it fortune find<br /> + Discordant to it, like each other seed<br /> + Out of its region, maketh evil thrift; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if the world below would fix its mind<br /> + On the foundation which is laid by nature,<br /> + Pursuing that, ’twould have the people good. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But you unto religion wrench aside<br /> + Him who was born to gird him with the sword,<br /> + And make a king of him who is for sermons; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore your footsteps wander from the road.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.IX"></a>Paradiso: Canto IX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beautiful Clemence, after that thy Charles<br /> + Had me enlightened, he narrated to me<br /> + The treacheries his seed should undergo; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But said: “Be still and let the years roll round;”<br /> + So I can only say, that lamentation<br /> + Legitimate shall follow on your wrongs. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of that holy light the life already<br /> + Had to the Sun which fills it turned again,<br /> + As to that good which for each thing sufficeth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ah, souls deceived, and creatures impious,<br /> + Who from such good do turn away your hearts,<br /> + Directing upon vanity your foreheads! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And now, behold, another of those splendours<br /> + Approached me, and its will to pleasure me<br /> + It signified by brightening outwardly. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The eyes of Beatrice, that fastened were<br /> + Upon me, as before, of dear assent<br /> + To my desire assurance gave to me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Ah, bring swift compensation to my wish,<br /> + Thou blessed spirit,” I said, “and give me proof<br /> + That what I think in thee I can reflect!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whereat the light, that still was new to me,<br /> + Out of its depths, whence it before was singing,<br /> + As one delighted to do good, continued: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Within that region of the land depraved<br /> + Of Italy, that lies between Rialto<br /> + And fountain-heads of Brenta and of Piava, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Rises a hill, and mounts not very high,<br /> + Wherefrom descended formerly a torch<br /> + That made upon that region great assault. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Out of one root were born both I and it;<br /> + Cunizza was I called, and here I shine<br /> + Because the splendour of this star o’ercame me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But gladly to myself the cause I pardon<br /> + Of my allotment, and it does not grieve me;<br /> + Which would perhaps seem strong unto your vulgar. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of this so luculent and precious jewel,<br /> + Which of our heaven is nearest unto me,<br /> + Great fame remained; and ere it die away +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This hundredth year shall yet quintupled be.<br /> + See if man ought to make him excellent,<br /> + So that another life the first may leave! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thus thinks not the present multitude<br /> + Shut in by Adige and Tagliamento,<br /> + Nor yet for being scourged is penitent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But soon ’twill be that Padua in the marsh<br /> + Will change the water that Vicenza bathes,<br /> + Because the folk are stubborn against duty; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And where the Sile and Cagnano join<br /> + One lordeth it, and goes with lofty head,<br /> + For catching whom e’en now the net is making. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Feltro moreover of her impious pastor<br /> + Shall weep the crime, which shall so monstrous be<br /> + That for the like none ever entered Malta. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ample exceedingly would be the vat<br /> + That of the Ferrarese could hold the blood,<br /> + And weary who should weigh it ounce by ounce, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of which this courteous priest shall make a gift<br /> + To show himself a partisan; and such gifts<br /> + Will to the living of the land conform. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Above us there are mirrors, Thrones you call them,<br /> + From which shines out on us God Judicant,<br /> + So that this utterance seems good to us.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here it was silent, and it had the semblance<br /> + Of being turned elsewhither, by the wheel<br /> + On which it entered as it was before. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other joy, already known to me,<br /> + Became a thing transplendent in my sight,<br /> + As a fine ruby smitten by the sun. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Through joy effulgence is acquired above,<br /> + As here a smile; but down below, the shade<br /> + Outwardly darkens, as the mind is sad. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“God seeth all things, and in Him, blest spirit,<br /> + Thy sight is,” said I, “so that never will<br /> + Of his can possibly from thee be hidden; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thy voice, then, that for ever makes the heavens<br /> + Glad, with the singing of those holy fires<br /> + Which of their six wings make themselves a cowl, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wherefore does it not satisfy my longings?<br /> + Indeed, I would not wait thy questioning<br /> + If I in thee were as thou art in me.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The greatest of the valleys where the water<br /> + Expands itself,” forthwith its words began,<br /> + “That sea excepted which the earth engarlands, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Between discordant shores against the sun<br /> + Extends so far, that it meridian makes<br /> + Where it was wont before to make the horizon. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I was a dweller on that valley’s shore<br /> + ’Twixt Ebro and Magra that with journey short<br /> + Doth from the Tuscan part the Genoese. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With the same sunset and same sunrise nearly<br /> + Sit Buggia and the city whence I was,<br /> + That with its blood once made the harbour hot. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Folco that people called me unto whom<br /> + My name was known; and now with me this heaven<br /> + Imprints itself, as I did once with it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For more the daughter of Belus never burned,<br /> + Offending both Sichaeus and Creusa,<br /> + Than I, so long as it became my locks, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor yet that Rodophean, who deluded<br /> + was by Demophoon, nor yet Alcides,<br /> + When Iole he in his heart had locked. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Yet here is no repenting, but we smile,<br /> + Not at the fault, which comes not back to mind,<br /> + But at the power which ordered and foresaw. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here we behold the art that doth adorn<br /> + With such affection, and the good discover<br /> + Whereby the world above turns that below. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But that thou wholly satisfied mayst bear<br /> + Thy wishes hence which in this sphere are born,<br /> + Still farther to proceed behoveth me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou fain wouldst know who is within this light<br /> + That here beside me thus is scintillating,<br /> + Even as a sunbeam in the limpid water. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then know thou, that within there is at rest<br /> + Rahab, and being to our order joined,<br /> + With her in its supremest grade ’tis sealed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into this heaven, where ends the shadowy cone<br /> + Cast by your world, before all other souls<br /> + First of Christ’s triumph was she taken up. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Full meet it was to leave her in some heaven,<br /> + Even as a palm of the high victory<br /> + Which he acquired with one palm and the other, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because she favoured the first glorious deed<br /> + Of Joshua upon the Holy Land,<br /> + That little stirs the memory of the Pope. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thy city, which an offshoot is of him<br /> + Who first upon his Maker turned his back,<br /> + And whose ambition is so sorely wept, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Brings forth and scatters the accursed flower<br /> + Which both the sheep and lambs hath led astray<br /> + Since it has turned the shepherd to a wolf. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For this the Evangel and the mighty Doctors<br /> + Are derelict, and only the Decretals<br /> + So studied that it shows upon their margins. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On this are Pope and Cardinals intent;<br /> + Their meditations reach not Nazareth,<br /> + There where his pinions Gabriel unfolded; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But Vatican and the other parts elect<br /> + Of Rome, which have a cemetery been<br /> + Unto the soldiery that followed Peter +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Shall soon be free from this adultery.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.X"></a>Paradiso: Canto X</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Looking into his Son with all the Love<br /> + Which each of them eternally breathes forth,<br /> + The Primal and unutterable Power +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whate’er before the mind or eye revolves<br /> + With so much order made, there can be none<br /> + Who this beholds without enjoying Him. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Lift up then, Reader, to the lofty wheels<br /> + With me thy vision straight unto that part<br /> + Where the one motion on the other strikes, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And there begin to contemplate with joy<br /> + That Master’s art, who in himself so loves it<br /> + That never doth his eye depart therefrom. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behold how from that point goes branching off<br /> + The oblique circle, which conveys the planets,<br /> + To satisfy the world that calls upon them; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if their pathway were not thus inflected,<br /> + Much virtue in the heavens would be in vain,<br /> + And almost every power below here dead. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If from the straight line distant more or less<br /> + Were the departure, much would wanting be<br /> + Above and underneath of mundane order. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Remain now, Reader, still upon thy bench,<br /> + In thought pursuing that which is foretasted,<br /> + If thou wouldst jocund be instead of weary. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I’ve set before thee; henceforth feed thyself,<br /> + For to itself diverteth all my care<br /> + That theme whereof I have been made the scribe. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The greatest of the ministers of nature,<br /> + Who with the power of heaven the world imprints<br /> + And measures with his light the time for us, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With that part which above is called to mind<br /> + Conjoined, along the spirals was revolving,<br /> + Where each time earlier he presents himself; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I was with him; but of the ascending<br /> + I was not conscious, saving as a man<br /> + Of a first thought is conscious ere it come; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And Beatrice, she who is seen to pass<br /> + From good to better, and so suddenly<br /> + That not by time her action is expressed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +How lucent in herself must she have been!<br /> + And what was in the sun, wherein I entered,<br /> + Apparent not by colour but by light, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I, though I call on genius, art, and practice,<br /> + Cannot so tell that it could be imagined;<br /> + Believe one can, and let him long to see it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if our fantasies too lowly are<br /> + For altitude so great, it is no marvel,<br /> + Since o’er the sun was never eye could go. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such in this place was the fourth family<br /> + Of the high Father, who forever sates it,<br /> + Showing how he breathes forth and how begets. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And Beatrice began: “Give thanks, give thanks<br /> + Unto the Sun of Angels, who to this<br /> + Sensible one has raised thee by his grace!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Never was heart of mortal so disposed<br /> + To worship, nor to give itself to God<br /> + With all its gratitude was it so ready, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As at those words did I myself become;<br /> + And all my love was so absorbed in Him,<br /> + That in oblivion Beatrice was eclipsed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor this displeased her; but she smiled at it<br /> + So that the splendour of her laughing eyes<br /> + My single mind on many things divided. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Lights many saw I, vivid and triumphant,<br /> + Make us a centre and themselves a circle,<br /> + More sweet in voice than luminous in aspect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus girt about the daughter of Latona<br /> + We sometimes see, when pregnant is the air,<br /> + So that it holds the thread which makes her zone. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within the court of Heaven, whence I return,<br /> + Are many jewels found, so fair and precious<br /> + They cannot be transported from the realm; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of them was the singing of those lights.<br /> + Who takes not wings that he may fly up thither,<br /> + The tidings thence may from the dumb await! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As soon as singing thus those burning suns<br /> + Had round about us whirled themselves three times,<br /> + Like unto stars neighbouring the steadfast poles, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ladies they seemed, not from the dance released,<br /> + But who stop short, in silence listening<br /> + Till they have gathered the new melody. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And within one I heard beginning: “When<br /> + The radiance of grace, by which is kindled<br /> + True love, and which thereafter grows by loving, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within thee multiplied is so resplendent<br /> + That it conducts thee upward by that stair,<br /> + Where without reascending none descends, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who should deny the wine out of his vial<br /> + Unto thy thirst, in liberty were not<br /> + Except as water which descends not seaward. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Fain wouldst thou know with what plants is enflowered<br /> + This garland that encircles with delight<br /> + The Lady fair who makes thee strong for heaven. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of the lambs was I of the holy flock<br /> + Which Dominic conducteth by a road<br /> + Where well one fattens if he strayeth not. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who is nearest to me on the right<br /> + My brother and master was; and he Albertus<br /> + Is of Cologne, I Thomas of Aquinum. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If thou of all the others wouldst be certain,<br /> + Follow behind my speaking with thy sight<br /> + Upward along the blessed garland turning. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That next effulgence issues from the smile<br /> + Of Gratian, who assisted both the courts<br /> + In such wise that it pleased in Paradise. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other which near by adorns our choir<br /> + That Peter was who, e’en as the poor widow,<br /> + Offered his treasure unto Holy Church. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The fifth light, that among us is the fairest,<br /> + Breathes forth from such a love, that all the world<br /> + Below is greedy to learn tidings of it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within it is the lofty mind, where knowledge<br /> + So deep was put, that, if the true be true,<br /> + To see so much there never rose a second. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou seest next the lustre of that taper,<br /> + Which in the flesh below looked most within<br /> + The angelic nature and its ministry. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that other little light is smiling<br /> + The advocate of the Christian centuries,<br /> + Out of whose rhetoric Augustine was furnished. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now if thou trainest thy mind’s eye along<br /> + From light to light pursuant of my praise,<br /> + With thirst already of the eighth thou waitest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +By seeing every good therein exults<br /> + The sainted soul, which the fallacious world<br /> + Makes manifest to him who listeneth well; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The body whence ’twas hunted forth is lying<br /> + Down in Cieldauro, and from martyrdom<br /> + And banishment it came unto this peace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +See farther onward flame the burning breath<br /> + Of Isidore, of Beda, and of Richard<br /> + Who was in contemplation more than man. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This, whence to me returneth thy regard,<br /> + The light is of a spirit unto whom<br /> + In his grave meditations death seemed slow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It is the light eternal of Sigier,<br /> + Who, reading lectures in the Street of Straw,<br /> + Did syllogize invidious verities.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then, as a horologe that calleth us<br /> + What time the Bride of God is rising up<br /> + With matins to her Spouse that he may love her, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wherein one part the other draws and urges,<br /> + Ting! ting! resounding with so sweet a note,<br /> + That swells with love the spirit well disposed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus I beheld the glorious wheel move round,<br /> + And render voice to voice, in modulation<br /> + And sweetness that can not be comprehended, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Excepting there where joy is made eternal. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XI"></a>Paradiso: Canto XI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Thou insensate care of mortal men,<br /> + How inconclusive are the syllogisms<br /> + That make thee beat thy wings in downward flight! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One after laws and one to aphorisms<br /> + Was going, and one following the priesthood,<br /> + And one to reign by force or sophistry, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And one in theft, and one in state affairs,<br /> + One in the pleasures of the flesh involved<br /> + Wearied himself, one gave himself to ease; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When I, from all these things emancipate,<br /> + With Beatrice above there in the Heavens<br /> + With such exceeding glory was received! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When each one had returned unto that point<br /> + Within the circle where it was before,<br /> + It stood as in a candlestick a candle; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And from within the effulgence which at first<br /> + Had spoken unto me, I heard begin<br /> + Smiling while it more luminous became: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Even as I am kindled in its ray,<br /> + So, looking into the Eternal Light,<br /> + The occasion of thy thoughts I apprehend. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou doubtest, and wouldst have me to resift<br /> + In language so extended and so open<br /> + My speech, that to thy sense it may be plain, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Where just before I said, ‘where well one fattens,’<br /> + And where I said, ‘there never rose a second;’<br /> + And here ’tis needful we distinguish well. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Providence, which governeth the world<br /> + With counsel, wherein all created vision<br /> + Is vanquished ere it reach unto the bottom, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +(So that towards her own Beloved might go<br /> + The bride of Him who, uttering a loud cry,<br /> + Espoused her with his consecrated blood, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Self-confident and unto Him more faithful,)<br /> + Two Princes did ordain in her behoof,<br /> + Which on this side and that might be her guide. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The one was all seraphical in ardour;<br /> + The other by his wisdom upon earth<br /> + A splendour was of light cherubical. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One will I speak of, for of both is spoken<br /> + In praising one, whichever may be taken,<br /> + Because unto one end their labours were. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Between Tupino and the stream that falls<br /> + Down from the hill elect of blessed Ubald,<br /> + A fertile slope of lofty mountain hangs, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From which Perugia feels the cold and heat<br /> + Through Porta Sole, and behind it weep<br /> + Gualdo and Nocera their grievous yoke. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From out that slope, there where it breaketh most<br /> + Its steepness, rose upon the world a sun<br /> + As this one does sometimes from out the Ganges; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore let him who speaketh of that place,<br /> + Say not Ascesi, for he would say little,<br /> + But Orient, if he properly would speak. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He was not yet far distant from his rising<br /> + Before he had begun to make the earth<br /> + Some comfort from his mighty virtue feel. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For he in youth his father’s wrath incurred<br /> + For certain Dame, to whom, as unto death,<br /> + The gate of pleasure no one doth unlock; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And was before his spiritual court<br /> + ‘Et coram patre’ unto her united;<br /> + Then day by day more fervently he loved her. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +She, reft of her first husband, scorned, obscure,<br /> + One thousand and one hundred years and more,<br /> + Waited without a suitor till he came. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Naught it availed to hear, that with Amyclas<br /> + Found her unmoved at sounding of his voice<br /> + He who struck terror into all the world; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Naught it availed being constant and undaunted,<br /> + So that, when Mary still remained below,<br /> + She mounted up with Christ upon the cross. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But that too darkly I may not proceed,<br /> + Francis and Poverty for these two lovers<br /> + Take thou henceforward in my speech diffuse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Their concord and their joyous semblances,<br /> + The love, the wonder, and the sweet regard,<br /> + They made to be the cause of holy thoughts; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So much so that the venerable Bernard<br /> + First bared his feet, and after so great peace<br /> + Ran, and, in running, thought himself too slow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O wealth unknown! O veritable good!<br /> + Giles bares his feet, and bares his feet Sylvester<br /> + Behind the bridegroom, so doth please the bride! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then goes his way that father and that master,<br /> + He and his Lady and that family<br /> + Which now was girding on the humble cord; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor cowardice of heart weighed down his brow<br /> + At being son of Peter Bernardone,<br /> + Nor for appearing marvellously scorned; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But regally his hard determination<br /> + To Innocent he opened, and from him<br /> + Received the primal seal upon his Order. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After the people mendicant increased<br /> + Behind this man, whose admirable life<br /> + Better in glory of the heavens were sung, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Incoronated with a second crown<br /> + Was through Honorius by the Eternal Spirit<br /> + The holy purpose of this Archimandrite. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And when he had, through thirst of martyrdom,<br /> + In the proud presence of the Sultan preached<br /> + Christ and the others who came after him, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, finding for conversion too unripe<br /> + The folk, and not to tarry there in vain,<br /> + Returned to fruit of the Italic grass, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On the rude rock ’twixt Tiber and the Arno<br /> + From Christ did he receive the final seal,<br /> + Which during two whole years his members bore. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When He, who chose him unto so much good,<br /> + Was pleased to draw him up to the reward<br /> + That he had merited by being lowly, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Unto his friars, as to the rightful heirs,<br /> + His most dear Lady did he recommend,<br /> + And bade that they should love her faithfully; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And from her bosom the illustrious soul<br /> + Wished to depart, returning to its realm,<br /> + And for its body wished no other bier. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Think now what man was he, who was a fit<br /> + Companion over the high seas to keep<br /> + The bark of Peter to its proper bearings. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this man was our Patriarch; hence whoever<br /> + Doth follow him as he commands can see<br /> + That he is laden with good merchandise. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But for new pasturage his flock has grown<br /> + So greedy, that it is impossible<br /> + They be not scattered over fields diverse; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in proportion as his sheep remote<br /> + And vagabond go farther off from him,<br /> + More void of milk return they to the fold. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Verily some there are that fear a hurt,<br /> + And keep close to the shepherd; but so few,<br /> + That little cloth doth furnish forth their hoods. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now if my utterance be not indistinct,<br /> + If thine own hearing hath attentive been,<br /> + If thou recall to mind what I have said, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In part contented shall thy wishes be;<br /> + For thou shalt see the plant that’s chipped away,<br /> + And the rebuke that lieth in the words, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Where well one fattens, if he strayeth not.’” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Soon as the blessed flame had taken up<br /> + The final word to give it utterance,<br /> + Began the holy millstone to revolve, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in its gyre had not turned wholly round,<br /> + Before another in a ring enclosed it,<br /> + And motion joined to motion, song to song; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Song that as greatly doth transcend our Muses,<br /> + Our Sirens, in those dulcet clarions,<br /> + As primal splendour that which is reflected. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as are spanned athwart a tender cloud<br /> + Two rainbows parallel and like in colour,<br /> + When Juno to her handmaid gives command, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +(The one without born of the one within,<br /> + Like to the speaking of that vagrant one<br /> + Whom love consumed as doth the sun the vapours,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And make the people here, through covenant<br /> + God set with Noah, presageful of the world<br /> + That shall no more be covered with a flood, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In such wise of those sempiternal roses<br /> + The garlands twain encompassed us about,<br /> + And thus the outer to the inner answered. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After the dance, and other grand rejoicings,<br /> + Both of the singing, and the flaming forth<br /> + Effulgence with effulgence blithe and tender, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Together, at once, with one accord had stopped,<br /> + (Even as the eyes, that, as volition moves them,<br /> + Must needs together shut and lift themselves,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Out of the heart of one of the new lights<br /> + There came a voice, that needle to the star<br /> + Made me appear in turning thitherward. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it began: “The love that makes me fair<br /> + Draws me to speak about the other leader,<br /> + By whom so well is spoken here of mine. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Tis right, where one is, to bring in the other,<br /> + That, as they were united in their warfare,<br /> + Together likewise may their glory shine. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The soldiery of Christ, which it had cost<br /> + So dear to arm again, behind the standard<br /> + Moved slow and doubtful and in numbers few, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When the Emperor who reigneth evermore<br /> + Provided for the host that was in peril,<br /> + Through grace alone and not that it was worthy; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, as was said, he to his Bride brought succour<br /> + With champions twain, at whose deed, at whose word<br /> + The straggling people were together drawn. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that region where the sweet west wind<br /> + Rises to open the new leaves, wherewith<br /> + Europe is seen to clothe herself afresh, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not far off from the beating of the waves,<br /> + Behind which in his long career the sun<br /> + Sometimes conceals himself from every man, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Is situate the fortunate Calahorra,<br /> + Under protection of the mighty shield<br /> + In which the Lion subject is and sovereign. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therein was born the amorous paramour<br /> + Of Christian Faith, the athlete consecrate,<br /> + Kind to his own and cruel to his foes; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And when it was created was his mind<br /> + Replete with such a living energy,<br /> + That in his mother her it made prophetic. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As soon as the espousals were complete<br /> + Between him and the Faith at holy font,<br /> + Where they with mutual safety dowered each other, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The woman, who for him had given assent,<br /> + Saw in a dream the admirable fruit<br /> + That issue would from him and from his heirs; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that he might be construed as he was,<br /> + A spirit from this place went forth to name him<br /> + With His possessive whose he wholly was. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Dominic was he called; and him I speak of<br /> + Even as of the husbandman whom Christ<br /> + Elected to his garden to assist him. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Envoy and servant sooth he seemed of Christ,<br /> + For the first love made manifest in him<br /> + Was the first counsel that was given by Christ. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Silent and wakeful many a time was he<br /> + Discovered by his nurse upon the ground,<br /> + As if he would have said, ‘For this I came.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O thou his father, Felix verily!<br /> + O thou his mother, verily Joanna,<br /> + If this, interpreted, means as is said! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not for the world which people toil for now<br /> + In following Ostiense and Taddeo,<br /> + But through his longing after the true manna, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He in short time became so great a teacher,<br /> + That he began to go about the vineyard,<br /> + Which fadeth soon, if faithless be the dresser; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of the See, (that once was more benignant<br /> + Unto the righteous poor, not through itself,<br /> + But him who sits there and degenerates,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not to dispense or two or three for six,<br /> + Not any fortune of first vacancy,<br /> + ‘Non decimas quae sunt pauperum Dei,’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He asked for, but against the errant world<br /> + Permission to do battle for the seed,<br /> + Of which these four and twenty plants surround thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then with the doctrine and the will together,<br /> + With office apostolical he moved,<br /> + Like torrent which some lofty vein out-presses; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in among the shoots heretical<br /> + His impetus with greater fury smote,<br /> + Wherever the resistance was the greatest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of him were made thereafter divers runnels,<br /> + Whereby the garden catholic is watered,<br /> + So that more living its plantations stand. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If such the one wheel of the Biga was,<br /> + In which the Holy Church itself defended<br /> + And in the field its civic battle won, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly full manifest should be to thee<br /> + The excellence of the other, unto whom<br /> + Thomas so courteous was before my coming. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But still the orbit, which the highest part<br /> + Of its circumference made, is derelict,<br /> + So that the mould is where was once the crust. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +His family, that had straight forward moved<br /> + With feet upon his footprints, are turned round<br /> + So that they set the point upon the heel. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And soon aware they will be of the harvest<br /> + Of this bad husbandry, when shall the tares<br /> + Complain the granary is taken from them. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Yet say I, he who searcheth leaf by leaf<br /> + Our volume through, would still some page discover<br /> + Where he could read, ‘I am as I am wont.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Twill not be from Casal nor Acquasparta,<br /> + From whence come such unto the written word<br /> + That one avoids it, and the other narrows. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Bonaventura of Bagnoregio’s life<br /> + Am I, who always in great offices<br /> + Postponed considerations sinister. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here are Illuminato and Agostino,<br /> + Who of the first barefooted beggars were<br /> + That with the cord the friends of God became. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hugh of Saint Victor is among them here,<br /> + And Peter Mangiador, and Peter of Spain,<br /> + Who down below in volumes twelve is shining; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nathan the seer, and metropolitan<br /> + Chrysostom, and Anselmus, and Donatus<br /> + Who deigned to lay his hand to the first art; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here is Rabanus, and beside me here<br /> + Shines the Calabrian Abbot Joachim,<br /> + He with the spirit of prophecy endowed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To celebrate so great a paladin<br /> + Have moved me the impassioned courtesy<br /> + And the discreet discourses of Friar Thomas, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And with me they have moved this company.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let him imagine, who would well conceive<br /> + What now I saw, and let him while I speak<br /> + Retain the image as a steadfast rock, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The fifteen stars, that in their divers regions<br /> + The sky enliven with a light so great<br /> + That it transcends all clusters of the air; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let him the Wain imagine unto which<br /> + Our vault of heaven sufficeth night and day,<br /> + So that in turning of its pole it fails not; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let him the mouth imagine of the horn<br /> + That in the point beginneth of the axis<br /> + Round about which the primal wheel revolves,— +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To have fashioned of themselves two signs in heaven,<br /> + Like unto that which Minos’ daughter made,<br /> + The moment when she felt the frost of death; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And one to have its rays within the other,<br /> + And both to whirl themselves in such a manner<br /> + That one should forward go, the other backward; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he will have some shadowing forth of that<br /> + True constellation and the double dance<br /> + That circled round the point at which I was; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because it is as much beyond our wont,<br /> + As swifter than the motion of the Chiana<br /> + Moveth the heaven that all the rest outspeeds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There sang they neither Bacchus, nor Apollo,<br /> + But in the divine nature Persons three,<br /> + And in one person the divine and human. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The singing and the dance fulfilled their measure,<br /> + And unto us those holy lights gave need,<br /> + Growing in happiness from care to care. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then broke the silence of those saints concordant<br /> + The light in which the admirable life<br /> + Of God’s own mendicant was told to me, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said: “Now that one straw is trodden out<br /> + Now that its seed is garnered up already,<br /> + Sweet love invites me to thresh out the other. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into that bosom, thou believest, whence<br /> + Was drawn the rib to form the beauteous cheek<br /> + Whose taste to all the world is costing dear, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And into that which, by the lance transfixed,<br /> + Before and since, such satisfaction made<br /> + That it weighs down the balance of all sin, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whate’er of light it has to human nature<br /> + Been lawful to possess was all infused<br /> + By the same power that both of them created; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And hence at what I said above dost wonder,<br /> + When I narrated that no second had<br /> + The good which in the fifth light is enclosed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now ope thine eyes to what I answer thee,<br /> + And thou shalt see thy creed and my discourse<br /> + Fit in the truth as centre in a circle. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That which can die, and that which dieth not,<br /> + Are nothing but the splendour of the idea<br /> + Which by his love our Lord brings into being; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because that living Light, which from its fount<br /> + Effulgent flows, so that it disunites not<br /> + From Him nor from the Love in them intrined, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Through its own goodness reunites its rays<br /> + In nine subsistences, as in a mirror,<br /> + Itself eternally remaining One. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thence it descends to the last potencies,<br /> + Downward from act to act becoming such<br /> + That only brief contingencies it makes; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And these contingencies I hold to be<br /> + Things generated, which the heaven produces<br /> + By its own motion, with seed and without. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Neither their wax, nor that which tempers it,<br /> + Remains immutable, and hence beneath<br /> + The ideal signet more and less shines through; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore it happens, that the selfsame tree<br /> + After its kind bears worse and better fruit,<br /> + And ye are born with characters diverse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If in perfection tempered were the wax,<br /> + And were the heaven in its supremest virtue,<br /> + The brilliance of the seal would all appear; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But nature gives it evermore deficient,<br /> + In the like manner working as the artist,<br /> + Who has the skill of art and hand that trembles. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If then the fervent Love, the Vision clear,<br /> + Of primal Virtue do dispose and seal,<br /> + Perfection absolute is there acquired. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus was of old the earth created worthy<br /> + Of all and every animal perfection;<br /> + And thus the Virgin was impregnate made; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that thine own opinion I commend,<br /> + That human nature never yet has been,<br /> + Nor will be, what it was in those two persons. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now if no farther forth I should proceed,<br /> + ‘Then in what way was he without a peer?’<br /> + Would be the first beginning of thy words. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But, that may well appear what now appears not,<br /> + Think who he was, and what occasion moved him<br /> + To make request, when it was told him, ‘Ask.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I’ve not so spoken that thou canst not see<br /> + Clearly he was a king who asked for wisdom,<br /> + That he might be sufficiently a king; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Twas not to know the number in which are<br /> + The motors here above, or if ‘necesse’<br /> + With a contingent e’er ‘necesse’ make, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Non si est dare primum motum esse,’<br /> + Or if in semicircle can be made<br /> + Triangle so that it have no right angle. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence, if thou notest this and what I said,<br /> + A regal prudence is that peerless seeing<br /> + In which the shaft of my intention strikes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if on ‘rose’ thou turnest thy clear eyes,<br /> + Thou’lt see that it has reference alone<br /> + To kings who’re many, and the good are rare. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With this distinction take thou what I said,<br /> + And thus it can consist with thy belief<br /> + Of the first father and of our Delight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And lead shall this be always to thy feet,<br /> + To make thee, like a weary man, move slowly<br /> + Both to the Yes and No thou seest not; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For very low among the fools is he<br /> + Who affirms without distinction, or denies,<br /> + As well in one as in the other case; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because it happens that full often bends<br /> + Current opinion in the false direction,<br /> + And then the feelings bind the intellect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Far more than uselessly he leaves the shore,<br /> + (Since he returneth not the same he went,)<br /> + Who fishes for the truth, and has no skill; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in the world proofs manifest thereof<br /> + Parmenides, Melissus, Brissus are,<br /> + And many who went on and knew not whither; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus did Sabellius, Arius, and those fools<br /> + Who have been even as swords unto the Scriptures<br /> + In rendering distorted their straight faces. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor yet shall people be too confident<br /> + In judging, even as he is who doth count<br /> + The corn in field or ever it be ripe. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For I have seen all winter long the thorn<br /> + First show itself intractable and fierce,<br /> + And after bear the rose upon its top; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I have seen a ship direct and swift<br /> + Run o’er the sea throughout its course entire,<br /> + To perish at the harbour’s mouth at last. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let not Dame Bertha nor Ser Martin think,<br /> + Seeing one steal, another offering make,<br /> + To see them in the arbitrament divine; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For one may rise, and fall the other may.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XIV"></a>Paradiso: Canto XIV</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +From centre unto rim, from rim to centre,<br /> + In a round vase the water moves itself,<br /> + As from without ’tis struck or from within. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into my mind upon a sudden dropped<br /> + What I am saying, at the moment when<br /> + Silent became the glorious life of Thomas, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because of the resemblance that was born<br /> + Of his discourse and that of Beatrice,<br /> + Whom, after him, it pleased thus to begin: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“This man has need (and does not tell you so,<br /> + Nor with the voice, nor even in his thought)<br /> + Of going to the root of one truth more. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Declare unto him if the light wherewith<br /> + Blossoms your substance shall remain with you<br /> + Eternally the same that it is now; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if it do remain, say in what manner,<br /> + After ye are again made visible,<br /> + It can be that it injure not your sight.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As by a greater gladness urged and drawn<br /> + They who are dancing in a ring sometimes<br /> + Uplift their voices and their motions quicken; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So, at that orison devout and prompt,<br /> + The holy circles a new joy displayed<br /> + In their revolving and their wondrous song. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whoso lamenteth him that here we die<br /> + That we may live above, has never there<br /> + Seen the refreshment of the eternal rain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The One and Two and Three who ever liveth,<br /> + And reigneth ever in Three and Two and One,<br /> + Not circumscribed and all things circumscribing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Three several times was chanted by each one<br /> + Among those spirits, with such melody<br /> + That for all merit it were just reward; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, in the lustre most divine of all<br /> + The lesser ring, I heard a modest voice,<br /> + Such as perhaps the Angel’s was to Mary, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Answer: “As long as the festivity<br /> + Of Paradise shall be, so long our love<br /> + Shall radiate round about us such a vesture. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Its brightness is proportioned to the ardour,<br /> + The ardour to the vision; and the vision<br /> + Equals what grace it has above its worth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When, glorious and sanctified, our flesh<br /> + Is reassumed, then shall our persons be<br /> + More pleasing by their being all complete; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For will increase whate’er bestows on us<br /> + Of light gratuitous the Good Supreme,<br /> + Light which enables us to look on Him; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore the vision must perforce increase,<br /> + Increase the ardour which from that is kindled,<br /> + Increase the radiance which from this proceeds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But even as a coal that sends forth flame,<br /> + And by its vivid whiteness overpowers it<br /> + So that its own appearance it maintains, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus the effulgence that surrounds us now<br /> + Shall be o’erpowered in aspect by the flesh,<br /> + Which still to-day the earth doth cover up; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor can so great a splendour weary us,<br /> + For strong will be the organs of the body<br /> + To everything which hath the power to please us.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So sudden and alert appeared to me<br /> + Both one and the other choir to say Amen,<br /> + That well they showed desire for their dead bodies; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor sole for them perhaps, but for the mothers,<br /> + The fathers, and the rest who had been dear<br /> + Or ever they became eternal flames. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And lo! all round about of equal brightness<br /> + Arose a lustre over what was there,<br /> + Like an horizon that is clearing up. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as at rise of early eve begin<br /> + Along the welkin new appearances,<br /> + So that the sight seems real and unreal, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It seemed to me that new subsistences<br /> + Began there to be seen, and make a circle<br /> + Outside the other two circumferences. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O very sparkling of the Holy Spirit,<br /> + How sudden and incandescent it became<br /> + Unto mine eyes, that vanquished bore it not! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But Beatrice so beautiful and smiling<br /> + Appeared to me, that with the other sights<br /> + That followed not my memory I must leave her. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then to uplift themselves mine eyes resumed<br /> + The power, and I beheld myself translated<br /> + To higher salvation with my Lady only. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well was I ware that I was more uplifted<br /> + By the enkindled smiling of the star,<br /> + That seemed to me more ruddy than its wont. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With all my heart, and in that dialect<br /> + Which is the same in all, such holocaust<br /> + To God I made as the new grace beseemed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And not yet from my bosom was exhausted<br /> + The ardour of sacrifice, before I knew<br /> + This offering was accepted and auspicious; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For with so great a lustre and so red<br /> + Splendours appeared to me in twofold rays,<br /> + I said: “O Helios who dost so adorn them!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as distinct with less and greater lights<br /> + Glimmers between the two poles of the world<br /> + The Galaxy that maketh wise men doubt, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus constellated in the depths of Mars,<br /> + Those rays described the venerable sign<br /> + That quadrants joining in a circle make. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here doth my memory overcome my genius;<br /> + For on that cross as levin gleamed forth Christ,<br /> + So that I cannot find ensample worthy; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But he who takes his cross and follows Christ<br /> + Again will pardon me what I omit,<br /> + Seeing in that aurora lighten Christ. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From horn to horn, and ’twixt the top and base,<br /> + Lights were in motion, brightly scintillating<br /> + As they together met and passed each other; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus level and aslant and swift and slow<br /> + We here behold, renewing still the sight,<br /> + The particles of bodies long and short, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Across the sunbeam move, wherewith is listed<br /> + Sometimes the shade, which for their own defence<br /> + People with cunning and with art contrive. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as a lute and harp, accordant strung<br /> + With many strings, a dulcet tinkling make<br /> + To him by whom the notes are not distinguished, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So from the lights that there to me appeared<br /> + Upgathered through the cross a melody,<br /> + Which rapt me, not distinguishing the hymn. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well was I ware it was of lofty laud,<br /> + Because there came to me, “Arise and conquer!”<br /> + As unto him who hears and comprehends not. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So much enamoured I became therewith,<br /> + That until then there was not anything<br /> + That e’er had fettered me with such sweet bonds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Perhaps my word appears somewhat too bold,<br /> + Postponing the delight of those fair eyes,<br /> + Into which gazing my desire has rest; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But who bethinks him that the living seals<br /> + Of every beauty grow in power ascending,<br /> + And that I there had not turned round to those, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Can me excuse, if I myself accuse<br /> + To excuse myself, and see that I speak truly:<br /> + For here the holy joy is not disclosed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because ascending it becomes more pure. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XV"></a>Paradiso: Canto XV</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +A will benign, in which reveals itself<br /> + Ever the love that righteously inspires,<br /> + As in the iniquitous, cupidity, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Silence imposed upon that dulcet lyre,<br /> + And quieted the consecrated chords,<br /> + That Heaven’s right hand doth tighten and relax. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +How unto just entreaties shall be deaf<br /> + Those substances, which, to give me desire<br /> + Of praying them, with one accord grew silent? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Tis well that without end he should lament,<br /> + Who for the love of thing that doth not last<br /> + Eternally despoils him of that love! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As through the pure and tranquil evening air<br /> + There shoots from time to time a sudden fire,<br /> + Moving the eyes that steadfast were before, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And seems to be a star that changeth place,<br /> + Except that in the part where it is kindled<br /> + Nothing is missed, and this endureth little; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So from the horn that to the right extends<br /> + Unto that cross’s foot there ran a star<br /> + Out of the constellation shining there; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor was the gem dissevered from its ribbon,<br /> + But down the radiant fillet ran along,<br /> + So that fire seemed it behind alabaster. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus piteous did Anchises’ shade reach forward,<br /> + If any faith our greatest Muse deserve,<br /> + When in Elysium he his son perceived. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O sanguis meus, O superinfusa<br /> + Gratia Dei, sicut tibi, cui<br /> + Bis unquam Coeli janua reclusa?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus that effulgence; whence I gave it heed;<br /> + Then round unto my Lady turned my sight,<br /> + And on this side and that was stupefied; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For in her eyes was burning such a smile<br /> + That with mine own methought I touched the bottom<br /> + Both of my grace and of my Paradise! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then, pleasant to the hearing and the sight,<br /> + The spirit joined to its beginning things<br /> + I understood not, so profound it spake; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor did it hide itself from me by choice,<br /> + But by necessity; for its conception<br /> + Above the mark of mortals set itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And when the bow of burning sympathy<br /> + Was so far slackened, that its speech descended<br /> + Towards the mark of our intelligence, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The first thing that was understood by me<br /> + Was “Benedight be Thou, O Trine and One,<br /> + Who hast unto my seed so courteous been!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it continued: “Hunger long and grateful,<br /> + Drawn from the reading of the mighty volume<br /> + Wherein is never changed the white nor dark, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou hast appeased, my son, within this light<br /> + In which I speak to thee, by grace of her<br /> + Who to this lofty flight with plumage clothed thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou thinkest that to me thy thought doth pass<br /> + From Him who is the first, as from the unit,<br /> + If that be known, ray out the five and six; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And therefore who I am thou askest not,<br /> + And why I seem more joyous unto thee<br /> + Than any other of this gladsome crowd. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou think’st the truth; because the small and great<br /> + Of this existence look into the mirror<br /> + Wherein, before thou think’st, thy thought thou showest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But that the sacred love, in which I watch<br /> + With sight perpetual, and which makes me thirst<br /> + With sweet desire, may better be fulfilled, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now let thy voice secure and frank and glad<br /> + Proclaim the wishes, the desire proclaim,<br /> + To which my answer is decreed already.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To Beatrice I turned me, and she heard<br /> + Before I spake, and smiled to me a sign,<br /> + That made the wings of my desire increase; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then in this wise began I: “Love and knowledge,<br /> + When on you dawned the first Equality,<br /> + Of the same weight for each of you became; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For in the Sun, which lighted you and burned<br /> + With heat and radiance, they so equal are,<br /> + That all similitudes are insufficient. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But among mortals will and argument,<br /> + For reason that to you is manifest,<br /> + Diversely feathered in their pinions are. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence I, who mortal am, feel in myself<br /> + This inequality; so give not thanks,<br /> + Save in my heart, for this paternal welcome. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly do I entreat thee, living topaz!<br /> + Set in this precious jewel as a gem,<br /> + That thou wilt satisfy me with thy name.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O leaf of mine, in whom I pleasure took<br /> + E’en while awaiting, I was thine own root!”<br /> + Such a beginning he in answer made me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then said to me: “That one from whom is named<br /> + Thy race, and who a hundred years and more<br /> + Has circled round the mount on the first cornice, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A son of mine and thy great-grandsire was;<br /> + Well it behoves thee that the long fatigue<br /> + Thou shouldst for him make shorter with thy works. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Florence, within the ancient boundary<br /> + From which she taketh still her tierce and nones,<br /> + Abode in quiet, temperate and chaste. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +No golden chain she had, nor coronal,<br /> + Nor ladies shod with sandal shoon, nor girdle<br /> + That caught the eye more than the person did. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not yet the daughter at her birth struck fear<br /> + Into the father, for the time and dower<br /> + Did not o’errun this side or that the measure. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +No houses had she void of families,<br /> + Not yet had thither come Sardanapalus<br /> + To show what in a chamber can be done; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not yet surpassed had Montemalo been<br /> + By your Uccellatojo, which surpassed<br /> + Shall in its downfall be as in its rise. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Bellincion Berti saw I go begirt<br /> + With leather and with bone, and from the mirror<br /> + His dame depart without a painted face; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And him of Nerli saw, and him of Vecchio,<br /> + Contented with their simple suits of buff<br /> + And with the spindle and the flax their dames. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O fortunate women! and each one was certain<br /> + Of her own burial-place, and none as yet<br /> + For sake of France was in her bed deserted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One o’er the cradle kept her studious watch,<br /> + And in her lullaby the language used<br /> + That first delights the fathers and the mothers; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Another, drawing tresses from her distaff,<br /> + Told o’er among her family the tales<br /> + Of Trojans and of Fesole and Rome. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As great a marvel then would have been held<br /> + A Lapo Salterello, a Cianghella,<br /> + As Cincinnatus or Cornelia now. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To such a quiet, such a beautiful<br /> + Life of the citizen, to such a safe<br /> + Community, and to so sweet an inn, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Did Mary give me, with loud cries invoked,<br /> + And in your ancient Baptistery at once<br /> + Christian and Cacciaguida I became. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Moronto was my brother, and Eliseo;<br /> + From Val di Pado came to me my wife,<br /> + And from that place thy surname was derived. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I followed afterward the Emperor Conrad,<br /> + And he begirt me of his chivalry,<br /> + So much I pleased him with my noble deeds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I followed in his train against that law’s<br /> + Iniquity, whose people doth usurp<br /> + Your just possession, through your Pastor’s fault. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There by that execrable race was I<br /> + Released from bonds of the fallacious world,<br /> + The love of which defileth many souls, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And came from martyrdom unto this peace.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XVI"></a>Paradiso: Canto XVI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +O thou our poor nobility of blood,<br /> + If thou dost make the people glory in thee<br /> + Down here where our affection languishes, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A marvellous thing it ne’er will be to me;<br /> + For there where appetite is not perverted,<br /> + I say in Heaven, of thee I made a boast! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly thou art a cloak that quickly shortens,<br /> + So that unless we piece thee day by day<br /> + Time goeth round about thee with his shears! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With ‘You,’ which Rome was first to tolerate,<br /> + (Wherein her family less perseveres,)<br /> + Yet once again my words beginning made; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence Beatrice, who stood somewhat apart,<br /> + Smiling, appeared like unto her who coughed<br /> + At the first failing writ of Guenever. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I began: “You are my ancestor,<br /> + You give to me all hardihood to speak,<br /> + You lift me so that I am more than I. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So many rivulets with gladness fill<br /> + My mind, that of itself it makes a joy<br /> + Because it can endure this and not burst. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then tell me, my beloved root ancestral,<br /> + Who were your ancestors, and what the years<br /> + That in your boyhood chronicled themselves? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Tell me about the sheepfold of Saint John,<br /> + How large it was, and who the people were<br /> + Within it worthy of the highest seats.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As at the blowing of the winds a coal<br /> + Quickens to flame, so I beheld that light<br /> + Become resplendent at my blandishments. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as unto mine eyes it grew more fair,<br /> + With voice more sweet and tender, but not in<br /> + This modern dialect, it said to me: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“From uttering of the ‘Ave,’ till the birth<br /> + In which my mother, who is now a saint,<br /> + Of me was lightened who had been her burden, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Unto its Lion had this fire returned<br /> + Five hundred fifty times and thirty more,<br /> + To reinflame itself beneath his paw. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My ancestors and I our birthplace had<br /> + Where first is found the last ward of the city<br /> + By him who runneth in your annual game. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Suffice it of my elders to hear this;<br /> + But who they were, and whence they thither came,<br /> + Silence is more considerate than speech. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +All those who at that time were there between<br /> + Mars and the Baptist, fit for bearing arms,<br /> + Were a fifth part of those who now are living; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But the community, that now is mixed<br /> + With Campi and Certaldo and Figghine,<br /> + Pure in the lowest artisan was seen. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O how much better ’twere to have as neighbours<br /> + The folk of whom I speak, and at Galluzzo<br /> + And at Trespiano have your boundary, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Than have them in the town, and bear the stench<br /> + Of Aguglione’s churl, and him of Signa<br /> + Who has sharp eyes for trickery already. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Had not the folk, which most of all the world<br /> + Degenerates, been a step-dame unto Caesar,<br /> + But as a mother to her son benignant, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Some who turn Florentines, and trade and discount,<br /> + Would have gone back again to Simifonte<br /> + There where their grandsires went about as beggars. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +At Montemurlo still would be the Counts,<br /> + The Cerchi in the parish of Acone,<br /> + Perhaps in Valdigrieve the Buondelmonti. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ever the intermingling of the people<br /> + Has been the source of malady in cities,<br /> + As in the body food it surfeits on; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And a blind bull more headlong plunges down<br /> + Than a blind lamb; and very often cuts<br /> + Better and more a single sword than five. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If Luni thou regard, and Urbisaglia,<br /> + How they have passed away, and how are passing<br /> + Chiusi and Sinigaglia after them, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To hear how races waste themselves away,<br /> + Will seem to thee no novel thing nor hard,<br /> + Seeing that even cities have an end. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +All things of yours have their mortality,<br /> + Even as yourselves; but it is hidden in some<br /> + That a long while endure, and lives are short; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as the turning of the lunar heaven<br /> + Covers and bares the shores without a pause,<br /> + In the like manner fortune does with Florence. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore should not appear a marvellous thing<br /> + What I shall say of the great Florentines<br /> + Of whom the fame is hidden in the Past. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I saw the Ughi, saw the Catellini,<br /> + Filippi, Greci, Ormanni, and Alberichi,<br /> + Even in their fall illustrious citizens; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And saw, as mighty as they ancient were,<br /> + With him of La Sannella him of Arca,<br /> + And Soldanier, Ardinghi, and Bostichi. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Near to the gate that is at present laden<br /> + With a new felony of so much weight<br /> + That soon it shall be jetsam from the bark, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Ravignani were, from whom descended<br /> + The County Guido, and whoe’er the name<br /> + Of the great Bellincione since hath taken. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He of La Pressa knew the art of ruling<br /> + Already, and already Galigajo<br /> + Had hilt and pommel gilded in his house. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Mighty already was the Column Vair,<br /> + Sacchetti, Giuochi, Fifant, and Barucci,<br /> + And Galli, and they who for the bushel blush. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The stock from which were the Calfucci born<br /> + Was great already, and already chosen<br /> + To curule chairs the Sizii and Arrigucci. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O how beheld I those who are undone<br /> + By their own pride! and how the Balls of Gold<br /> + Florence enflowered in all their mighty deeds! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So likewise did the ancestors of those<br /> + Who evermore, when vacant is your church,<br /> + Fatten by staying in consistory. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The insolent race, that like a dragon follows<br /> + Whoever flees, and unto him that shows<br /> + His teeth or purse is gentle as a lamb, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already rising was, but from low people;<br /> + So that it pleased not Ubertin Donato<br /> + That his wife’s father should make him their kin. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already had Caponsacco to the Market<br /> + From Fesole descended, and already<br /> + Giuda and Infangato were good burghers. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I’ll tell a thing incredible, but true;<br /> + One entered the small circuit by a gate<br /> + Which from the Della Pera took its name! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Each one that bears the beautiful escutcheon<br /> + Of the great baron whose renown and name<br /> + The festival of Thomas keepeth fresh, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Knighthood and privilege from him received;<br /> + Though with the populace unites himself<br /> + To-day the man who binds it with a border. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already were Gualterotti and Importuni;<br /> + And still more quiet would the Borgo be<br /> + If with new neighbours it remained unfed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The house from which is born your lamentation,<br /> + Through just disdain that death among you brought<br /> + And put an end unto your joyous life, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Was honoured in itself and its companions.<br /> + O Buondelmonte, how in evil hour<br /> + Thou fled’st the bridal at another’s promptings! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Many would be rejoicing who are sad,<br /> + If God had thee surrendered to the Ema<br /> + The first time that thou camest to the city. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But it behoved the mutilated stone<br /> + Which guards the bridge, that Florence should provide<br /> + A victim in her latest hour of peace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With all these families, and others with them,<br /> + Florence beheld I in so great repose,<br /> + That no occasion had she whence to weep; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With all these families beheld so just<br /> + And glorious her people, that the lily<br /> + Never upon the spear was placed reversed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor by division was vermilion made.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XVII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XVII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +As came to Clymene, to be made certain<br /> + Of that which he had heard against himself,<br /> + He who makes fathers chary still to children, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even such was I, and such was I perceived<br /> + By Beatrice and by the holy light<br /> + That first on my account had changed its place. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore my Lady said to me: “Send forth<br /> + The flame of thy desire, so that it issue<br /> + Imprinted well with the internal stamp; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not that our knowledge may be greater made<br /> + By speech of thine, but to accustom thee<br /> + To tell thy thirst, that we may give thee drink.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O my beloved tree, (that so dost lift thee,<br /> + That even as minds terrestrial perceive<br /> + No triangle containeth two obtuse, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So thou beholdest the contingent things<br /> + Ere in themselves they are, fixing thine eyes<br /> + Upon the point in which all times are present,) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +While I was with Virgilius conjoined<br /> + Upon the mountain that the souls doth heal,<br /> + And when descending into the dead world, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Were spoken to me of my future life<br /> + Some grievous words; although I feel myself<br /> + In sooth foursquare against the blows of chance. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On this account my wish would be content<br /> + To hear what fortune is approaching me,<br /> + Because foreseen an arrow comes more slowly.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus did I say unto that selfsame light<br /> + That unto me had spoken before; and even<br /> + As Beatrice willed was my own will confessed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not in vague phrase, in which the foolish folk<br /> + Ensnared themselves of old, ere yet was slain<br /> + The Lamb of God who taketh sins away, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But with clear words and unambiguous<br /> + Language responded that paternal love,<br /> + Hid and revealed by its own proper smile: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Contingency, that outside of the volume<br /> + Of your materiality extends not,<br /> + Is all depicted in the eternal aspect. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Necessity however thence it takes not,<br /> + Except as from the eye, in which ’tis mirrored,<br /> + A ship that with the current down descends. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From thence, e’en as there cometh to the ear<br /> + Sweet harmony from an organ, comes in sight<br /> + To me the time that is preparing for thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As forth from Athens went Hippolytus,<br /> + By reason of his step-dame false and cruel,<br /> + So thou from Florence must perforce depart. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already this is willed, and this is sought for;<br /> + And soon it shall be done by him who thinks it,<br /> + Where every day the Christ is bought and sold. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The blame shall follow the offended party<br /> + In outcry as is usual; but the vengeance<br /> + Shall witness to the truth that doth dispense it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou shalt abandon everything beloved<br /> + Most tenderly, and this the arrow is<br /> + Which first the bow of banishment shoots forth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou shalt have proof how savoureth of salt<br /> + The bread of others, and how hard a road<br /> + The going down and up another’s stairs. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that which most shall weigh upon thy shoulders<br /> + Will be the bad and foolish company<br /> + With which into this valley thou shalt fall; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For all ingrate, all mad and impious<br /> + Will they become against thee; but soon after<br /> + They, and not thou, shall have the forehead scarlet. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of their bestiality their own proceedings<br /> + Shall furnish proof; so ’twill be well for thee<br /> + A party to have made thee by thyself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thine earliest refuge and thine earliest inn<br /> + Shall be the mighty Lombard’s courtesy,<br /> + Who on the Ladder bears the holy bird, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who such benign regard shall have for thee<br /> + That ’twixt you twain, in doing and in asking,<br /> + That shall be first which is with others last. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With him shalt thou see one who at his birth<br /> + Has by this star of strength been so impressed,<br /> + That notable shall his achievements be. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not yet the people are aware of him<br /> + Through his young age, since only nine years yet<br /> + Around about him have these wheels revolved. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But ere the Gascon cheat the noble Henry,<br /> + Some sparkles of his virtue shall appear<br /> + In caring not for silver nor for toil. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So recognized shall his magnificence<br /> + Become hereafter, that his enemies<br /> + Will not have power to keep mute tongues about it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On him rely, and on his benefits;<br /> + By him shall many people be transformed,<br /> + Changing condition rich and mendicant; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And written in thy mind thou hence shalt bear<br /> + Of him, but shalt not say it”—and things said he<br /> + Incredible to those who shall be present. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then added: “Son, these are the commentaries<br /> + On what was said to thee; behold the snares<br /> + That are concealed behind few revolutions; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Yet would I not thy neighbours thou shouldst envy,<br /> + Because thy life into the future reaches<br /> + Beyond the punishment of their perfidies.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When by its silence showed that sainted soul<br /> + That it had finished putting in the woof<br /> + Into that web which I had given it warped, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Began I, even as he who yearneth after,<br /> + Being in doubt, some counsel from a person<br /> + Who seeth, and uprightly wills, and loves: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Well see I, father mine, how spurreth on<br /> + The time towards me such a blow to deal me<br /> + As heaviest is to him who most gives way. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore with foresight it is well I arm me,<br /> + That, if the dearest place be taken from me,<br /> + I may not lose the others by my songs. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Down through the world of infinite bitterness,<br /> + And o’er the mountain, from whose beauteous summit<br /> + The eyes of my own Lady lifted me, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And afterward through heaven from light to light,<br /> + I have learned that which, if I tell again,<br /> + Will be a savour of strong herbs to many. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if I am a timid friend to truth,<br /> + I fear lest I may lose my life with those<br /> + Who will hereafter call this time the olden.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The light in which was smiling my own treasure<br /> + Which there I had discovered, flashed at first<br /> + As in the sunshine doth a golden mirror; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then made reply: “A conscience overcast<br /> + Or with its own or with another’s shame,<br /> + Will taste forsooth the tartness of thy word; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But ne’ertheless, all falsehood laid aside,<br /> + Make manifest thy vision utterly,<br /> + And let them scratch wherever is the itch; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For if thine utterance shall offensive be<br /> + At the first taste, a vital nutriment<br /> + ’Twill leave thereafter, when it is digested. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This cry of thine shall do as doth the wind,<br /> + Which smiteth most the most exalted summits,<br /> + And that is no slight argument of honour. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore are shown to thee within these wheels,<br /> + Upon the mount and in the dolorous valley,<br /> + Only the souls that unto fame are known; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because the spirit of the hearer rests not,<br /> + Nor doth confirm its faith by an example<br /> + Which has the root of it unknown and hidden, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Or other reason that is not apparent.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XVIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XVIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now was alone rejoicing in its word<br /> + That soul beatified, and I was tasting<br /> + My own, the bitter tempering with the sweet, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And the Lady who to God was leading me<br /> + Said: “Change thy thought; consider that I am<br /> + Near unto Him who every wrong disburdens.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Unto the loving accents of my comfort<br /> + I turned me round, and then what love I saw<br /> + Within those holy eyes I here relinquish; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not only that my language I distrust,<br /> + But that my mind cannot return so far<br /> + Above itself, unless another guide it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus much upon that point can I repeat,<br /> + That, her again beholding, my affection<br /> + From every other longing was released. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +While the eternal pleasure, which direct<br /> + Rayed upon Beatrice, from her fair face<br /> + Contented me with its reflected aspect, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Conquering me with the radiance of a smile,<br /> + She said to me, “Turn thee about and listen;<br /> + Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as sometimes here do we behold<br /> + The affection in the look, if it be such<br /> + That all the soul is wrapt away by it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So, by the flaming of the effulgence holy<br /> + To which I turned, I recognized therein<br /> + The wish of speaking to me somewhat farther. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it began: “In this fifth resting-place<br /> + Upon the tree that liveth by its summit,<br /> + And aye bears fruit, and never loses leaf, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Are blessed spirits that below, ere yet<br /> + They came to Heaven, were of such great renown<br /> + That every Muse therewith would affluent be. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore look thou upon the cross’s horns;<br /> + He whom I now shall name will there enact<br /> + What doth within a cloud its own swift fire.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I saw athwart the Cross a splendour drawn<br /> + By naming Joshua, (even as he did it,)<br /> + Nor noted I the word before the deed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And at the name of the great Maccabee<br /> + I saw another move itself revolving,<br /> + And gladness was the whip unto that top. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Likewise for Charlemagne and for Orlando,<br /> + Two of them my regard attentive followed<br /> + As followeth the eye its falcon flying. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +William thereafterward, and Renouard,<br /> + And the Duke Godfrey, did attract my sight<br /> + Along upon that Cross, and Robert Guiscard. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then, moved and mingled with the other lights,<br /> + The soul that had addressed me showed how great<br /> + An artist ’twas among the heavenly singers. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To my right side I turned myself around,<br /> + My duty to behold in Beatrice<br /> + Either by words or gesture signified; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And so translucent I beheld her eyes,<br /> + So full of pleasure, that her countenance<br /> + Surpassed its other and its latest wont. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as, by feeling greater delectation,<br /> + A man in doing good from day to day<br /> + Becomes aware his virtue is increasing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So I became aware that my gyration<br /> + With heaven together had increased its arc,<br /> + That miracle beholding more adorned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And such as is the change, in little lapse<br /> + Of time, in a pale woman, when her face<br /> + Is from the load of bashfulness unladen, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such was it in mine eyes, when I had turned,<br /> + Caused by the whiteness of the temperate star,<br /> + The sixth, which to itself had gathered me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that Jovial torch did I behold<br /> + The sparkling of the love which was therein<br /> + Delineate our language to mine eyes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even as birds uprisen from the shore,<br /> + As in congratulation o’er their food,<br /> + Make squadrons of themselves, now round, now long, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So from within those lights the holy creatures<br /> + Sang flying to and fro, and in their figures<br /> + Made of themselves now D, now I, now L. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +First singing they to their own music moved;<br /> + Then one becoming of these characters,<br /> + A little while they rested and were silent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O divine Pegasea, thou who genius<br /> + Dost glorious make, and render it long-lived,<br /> + And this through thee the cities and the kingdoms, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Illume me with thyself, that I may bring<br /> + Their figures out as I have them conceived!<br /> + Apparent be thy power in these brief verses! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Themselves then they displayed in five times seven<br /> + Vowels and consonants; and I observed<br /> + The parts as they seemed spoken unto me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Diligite justitiam,’ these were<br /> + First verb and noun of all that was depicted;<br /> + ‘Qui judicatis terram’ were the last. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafter in the M of the fifth word<br /> + Remained they so arranged, that Jupiter<br /> + Seemed to be silver there with gold inlaid. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And other lights I saw descend where was<br /> + The summit of the M, and pause there singing<br /> + The good, I think, that draws them to itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then, as in striking upon burning logs<br /> + Upward there fly innumerable sparks,<br /> + Whence fools are wont to look for auguries, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +More than a thousand lights seemed thence to rise,<br /> + And to ascend, some more, and others less,<br /> + Even as the Sun that lights them had allotted; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, each one being quiet in its place,<br /> + The head and neck beheld I of an eagle<br /> + Delineated by that inlaid fire. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who there paints has none to be his guide;<br /> + But Himself guides; and is from Him remembered<br /> + That virtue which is form unto the nest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other beatitude, that contented seemed<br /> + At first to bloom a lily on the M,<br /> + By a slight motion followed out the imprint. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O gentle star! what and how many gems<br /> + Did demonstrate to me, that all our justice<br /> + Effect is of that heaven which thou ingemmest! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wherefore I pray the Mind, in which begin<br /> + Thy motion and thy virtue, to regard<br /> + Whence comes the smoke that vitiates thy rays; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that a second time it now be wroth<br /> + With buying and with selling in the temple<br /> + Whose walls were built with signs and martyrdoms! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O soldiery of heaven, whom I contemplate,<br /> + Implore for those who are upon the earth<br /> + All gone astray after the bad example! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Once ’twas the custom to make war with swords;<br /> + But now ’tis made by taking here and there<br /> + The bread the pitying Father shuts from none. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Yet thou, who writest but to cancel, think<br /> + That Peter and that Paul, who for this vineyard<br /> + Which thou art spoiling died, are still alive! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well canst thou say: “So steadfast my desire<br /> + Is unto him who willed to live alone,<br /> + And for a dance was led to martyrdom, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That I know not the Fisherman nor Paul.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XIX"></a>Paradiso: Canto XIX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Appeared before me with its wings outspread<br /> + The beautiful image that in sweet fruition<br /> + Made jubilant the interwoven souls; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Appeared a little ruby each, wherein<br /> + Ray of the sun was burning so enkindled<br /> + That each into mine eyes refracted it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And what it now behoves me to retrace<br /> + Nor voice has e’er reported, nor ink written,<br /> + Nor was by fantasy e’er comprehended; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For speak I saw, and likewise heard, the beak,<br /> + And utter with its voice both ‘I’ and ‘My,’<br /> + When in conception it was ‘We’ and ‘Our.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it began: “Being just and merciful<br /> + Am I exalted here unto that glory<br /> + Which cannot be exceeded by desire; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And upon earth I left my memory<br /> + Such, that the evil-minded people there<br /> + Commend it, but continue not the story.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So doth a single heat from many embers<br /> + Make itself felt, even as from many loves<br /> + Issued a single sound from out that image. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence I thereafter: “O perpetual flowers<br /> + Of the eternal joy, that only one<br /> + Make me perceive your odours manifold, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Exhaling, break within me the great fast<br /> + Which a long season has in hunger held me,<br /> + Not finding for it any food on earth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well do I know, that if in heaven its mirror<br /> + Justice Divine another realm doth make,<br /> + Yours apprehends it not through any veil. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +You know how I attentively address me<br /> + To listen; and you know what is the doubt<br /> + That is in me so very old a fast.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a falcon, issuing from his hood,<br /> + Doth move his head, and with his wings applaud him,<br /> + Showing desire, and making himself fine, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Saw I become that standard, which of lauds<br /> + Was interwoven of the grace divine,<br /> + With such songs as he knows who there rejoices. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then it began: “He who a compass turned<br /> + On the world’s outer verge, and who within it<br /> + Devised so much occult and manifest, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Could not the impress of his power so make<br /> + On all the universe, as that his Word<br /> + Should not remain in infinite excess. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this makes certain that the first proud being,<br /> + Who was the paragon of every creature,<br /> + By not awaiting light fell immature. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And hence appears it, that each minor nature<br /> + Is scant receptacle unto that good<br /> + Which has no end, and by itself is measured. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In consequence our vision, which perforce<br /> + Must be some ray of that intelligence<br /> + With which all things whatever are replete, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Cannot in its own nature be so potent,<br /> + That it shall not its origin discern<br /> + Far beyond that which is apparent to it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore into the justice sempiternal<br /> + The power of vision that your world receives,<br /> + As eye into the ocean, penetrates; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Which, though it see the bottom near the shore,<br /> + Upon the deep perceives it not, and yet<br /> + ’Tis there, but it is hidden by the depth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There is no light but comes from the serene<br /> + That never is o’ercast, nay, it is darkness<br /> + Or shadow of the flesh, or else its poison. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Amply to thee is opened now the cavern<br /> + Which has concealed from thee the living justice<br /> + Of which thou mad’st such frequent questioning. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For saidst thou: ‘Born a man is on the shore<br /> + Of Indus, and is none who there can speak<br /> + Of Christ, nor who can read, nor who can write; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And all his inclinations and his actions<br /> + Are good, so far as human reason sees,<br /> + Without a sin in life or in discourse: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He dieth unbaptised and without faith;<br /> + Where is this justice that condemneth him?<br /> + Where is his fault, if he do not believe?’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now who art thou, that on the bench wouldst sit<br /> + In judgment at a thousand miles away,<br /> + With the short vision of a single span? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly to him who with me subtilizes,<br /> + If so the Scripture were not over you,<br /> + For doubting there were marvellous occasion. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O animals terrene, O stolid minds,<br /> + The primal will, that in itself is good,<br /> + Ne’er from itself, the Good Supreme, has moved. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So much is just as is accordant with it;<br /> + No good created draws it to itself,<br /> + But it, by raying forth, occasions that.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as above her nest goes circling round<br /> + The stork when she has fed her little ones,<br /> + And he who has been fed looks up at her, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So lifted I my brows, and even such<br /> + Became the blessed image, which its wings<br /> + Was moving, by so many counsels urged. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Circling around it sang, and said: “As are<br /> + My notes to thee, who dost not comprehend them,<br /> + Such is the eternal judgment to you mortals.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those lucent splendours of the Holy Spirit<br /> + Grew quiet then, but still within the standard<br /> + That made the Romans reverend to the world. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It recommenced: “Unto this kingdom never<br /> + Ascended one who had not faith in Christ,<br /> + Before or since he to the tree was nailed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But look thou, many crying are, ‘Christ, Christ!’<br /> + Who at the judgment shall be far less near<br /> + To him than some shall be who knew not Christ. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such Christians shall the Ethiop condemn,<br /> + When the two companies shall be divided,<br /> + The one for ever rich, the other poor. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What to your kings may not the Persians say,<br /> + When they that volume opened shall behold<br /> + In which are written down all their dispraises? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There shall be seen, among the deeds of Albert,<br /> + That which ere long shall set the pen in motion,<br /> + For which the realm of Prague shall be deserted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There shall be seen the woe that on the Seine<br /> + He brings by falsifying of the coin,<br /> + Who by the blow of a wild boar shall die. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There shall be seen the pride that causes thirst,<br /> + Which makes the Scot and Englishman so mad<br /> + That they within their boundaries cannot rest; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Be seen the luxury and effeminate life<br /> + Of him of Spain, and the Bohemian,<br /> + Who valour never knew and never wished; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Be seen the Cripple of Jerusalem,<br /> + His goodness represented by an I,<br /> + While the reverse an M shall represent; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Be seen the avarice and poltroonery<br /> + Of him who guards the Island of the Fire,<br /> + Wherein Anchises finished his long life; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And to declare how pitiful he is<br /> + Shall be his record in contracted letters<br /> + Which shall make note of much in little space. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And shall appear to each one the foul deeds<br /> + Of uncle and of brother who a nation<br /> + So famous have dishonoured, and two crowns. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he of Portugal and he of Norway<br /> + Shall there be known, and he of Rascia too,<br /> + Who saw in evil hour the coin of Venice. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O happy Hungary, if she let herself<br /> + Be wronged no farther! and Navarre the happy,<br /> + If with the hills that gird her she be armed! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And each one may believe that now, as hansel<br /> + Thereof, do Nicosia and Famagosta<br /> + Lament and rage because of their own beast, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who from the others’ flank departeth not.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XX"></a>Paradiso: Canto XX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +When he who all the world illuminates<br /> + Out of our hemisphere so far descends<br /> + That on all sides the daylight is consumed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The heaven, that erst by him alone was kindled,<br /> + Doth suddenly reveal itself again<br /> + By many lights, wherein is one resplendent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And came into my mind this act of heaven,<br /> + When the ensign of the world and of its leaders<br /> + Had silent in the blessed beak become; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because those living luminaries all,<br /> + By far more luminous, did songs begin<br /> + Lapsing and falling from my memory. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O gentle Love, that with a smile dost cloak thee,<br /> + How ardent in those sparks didst thou appear,<br /> + That had the breath alone of holy thoughts! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After the precious and pellucid crystals,<br /> + With which begemmed the sixth light I beheld,<br /> + Silence imposed on the angelic bells, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I seemed to hear the murmuring of a river<br /> + That clear descendeth down from rock to rock,<br /> + Showing the affluence of its mountain-top. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as the sound upon the cithern’s neck<br /> + Taketh its form, and as upon the vent<br /> + Of rustic pipe the wind that enters it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus, relieved from the delay of waiting,<br /> + That murmuring of the eagle mounted up<br /> + Along its neck, as if it had been hollow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There it became a voice, and issued thence<br /> + From out its beak, in such a form of words<br /> + As the heart waited for wherein I wrote them. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The part in me which sees and bears the sun<br /> + In mortal eagles,” it began to me,<br /> + “Now fixedly must needs be looked upon; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For of the fires of which I make my figure,<br /> + Those whence the eye doth sparkle in my head<br /> + Of all their orders the supremest are. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who is shining in the midst as pupil<br /> + Was once the singer of the Holy Spirit,<br /> + Who bore the ark from city unto city; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he the merit of his song,<br /> + In so far as effect of his own counsel,<br /> + By the reward which is commensurate. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of five, that make a circle for my brow,<br /> + He that approacheth nearest to my beak<br /> + Did the poor widow for her son console; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he how dearly it doth cost<br /> + Not following Christ, by the experience<br /> + Of this sweet life and of its opposite. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who comes next in the circumference<br /> + Of which I speak, upon its highest arc,<br /> + Did death postpone by penitence sincere; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he that the eternal judgment<br /> + Suffers no change, albeit worthy prayer<br /> + Maketh below to-morrow of to-day. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The next who follows, with the laws and me,<br /> + Under the good intent that bore bad fruit<br /> + Became a Greek by ceding to the pastor; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he how all the ill deduced<br /> + From his good action is not harmful to him,<br /> + Although the world thereby may be destroyed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he, whom in the downward arc thou seest,<br /> + Guglielmo was, whom the same land deplores<br /> + That weepeth Charles and Frederick yet alive; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he how heaven enamoured is<br /> + With a just king; and in the outward show<br /> + Of his effulgence he reveals it still. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who would believe, down in the errant world,<br /> + That e’er the Trojan Ripheus in this round<br /> + Could be the fifth one of the holy lights? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now knoweth he enough of what the world<br /> + Has not the power to see of grace divine,<br /> + Although his sight may not discern the bottom.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Like as a lark that in the air expatiates,<br /> + First singing and then silent with content<br /> + Of the last sweetness that doth satisfy her, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such seemed to me the image of the imprint<br /> + Of the eternal pleasure, by whose will<br /> + Doth everything become the thing it is. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And notwithstanding to my doubt I was<br /> + As glass is to the colour that invests it,<br /> + To wait the time in silence it endured not, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But forth from out my mouth, “What things are these?”<br /> + Extorted with the force of its own weight;<br /> + Whereat I saw great joy of coruscation. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafterward with eye still more enkindled<br /> + The blessed standard made to me reply,<br /> + To keep me not in wonderment suspended: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“I see that thou believest in these things<br /> + Because I say them, but thou seest not how;<br /> + So that, although believed in, they are hidden. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou doest as he doth who a thing by name<br /> + Well apprehendeth, but its quiddity<br /> + Cannot perceive, unless another show it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Regnum coelorum’ suffereth violence<br /> + From fervent love, and from that living hope<br /> + That overcometh the Divine volition; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not in the guise that man o’ercometh man,<br /> + But conquers it because it will be conquered,<br /> + And conquered conquers by benignity. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The first life of the eyebrow and the fifth<br /> + Cause thee astonishment, because with them<br /> + Thou seest the region of the angels painted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +They passed not from their bodies, as thou thinkest,<br /> + Gentiles, but Christians in the steadfast faith<br /> + Of feet that were to suffer and had suffered. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For one from Hell, where no one e’er turns back<br /> + Unto good will, returned unto his bones,<br /> + And that of living hope was the reward,— +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of living hope, that placed its efficacy<br /> + In prayers to God made to resuscitate him,<br /> + So that ’twere possible to move his will. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The glorious soul concerning which I speak,<br /> + Returning to the flesh, where brief its stay,<br /> + Believed in Him who had the power to aid it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And, in believing, kindled to such fire<br /> + Of genuine love, that at the second death<br /> + Worthy it was to come unto this joy. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The other one, through grace, that from so deep<br /> + A fountain wells that never hath the eye<br /> + Of any creature reached its primal wave, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Set all his love below on righteousness;<br /> + Wherefore from grace to grace did God unclose<br /> + His eye to our redemption yet to be, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence he believed therein, and suffered not<br /> + From that day forth the stench of paganism,<br /> + And he reproved therefor the folk perverse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those Maidens three, whom at the right-hand wheel<br /> + Thou didst behold, were unto him for baptism<br /> + More than a thousand years before baptizing. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O thou predestination, how remote<br /> + Thy root is from the aspect of all those<br /> + Who the First Cause do not behold entire! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And you, O mortals! hold yourselves restrained<br /> + In judging; for ourselves, who look on God,<br /> + We do not know as yet all the elect; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And sweet to us is such a deprivation,<br /> + Because our good in this good is made perfect,<br /> + That whatsoe’er God wills, we also will.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After this manner by that shape divine,<br /> + To make clear in me my short-sightedness,<br /> + Was given to me a pleasant medicine; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as good singer a good lutanist<br /> + Accompanies with vibrations of the chords,<br /> + Whereby more pleasantness the song acquires, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So, while it spake, do I remember me<br /> + That I beheld both of those blessed lights,<br /> + Even as the winking of the eyes concords, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Moving unto the words their little flames. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXI"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Already on my Lady’s face mine eyes<br /> + Again were fastened, and with these my mind,<br /> + And from all other purpose was withdrawn; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she smiled not; but “If I were to smile,”<br /> + She unto me began, “thou wouldst become<br /> + Like Semele, when she was turned to ashes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because my beauty, that along the stairs<br /> + Of the eternal palace more enkindles,<br /> + As thou hast seen, the farther we ascend, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If it were tempered not, is so resplendent<br /> + That all thy mortal power in its effulgence<br /> + Would seem a leaflet that the thunder crushes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +We are uplifted to the seventh splendour,<br /> + That underneath the burning Lion’s breast<br /> + Now radiates downward mingled with his power. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Fix in direction of thine eyes the mind,<br /> + And make of them a mirror for the figure<br /> + That in this mirror shall appear to thee.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who could know what was the pasturage<br /> + My sight had in that blessed countenance,<br /> + When I transferred me to another care, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Would recognize how grateful was to me<br /> + Obedience unto my celestial escort,<br /> + By counterpoising one side with the other. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within the crystal which, around the world<br /> + Revolving, bears the name of its dear leader,<br /> + Under whom every wickedness lay dead, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Coloured like gold, on which the sunshine gleams,<br /> + A stairway I beheld to such a height<br /> + Uplifted, that mine eye pursued it not. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Likewise beheld I down the steps descending<br /> + So many splendours, that I thought each light<br /> + That in the heaven appears was there diffused. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as accordant with their natural custom<br /> + The rooks together at the break of day<br /> + Bestir themselves to warm their feathers cold; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then some of them fly off without return,<br /> + Others come back to where they started from,<br /> + And others, wheeling round, still keep at home; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such fashion it appeared to me was there<br /> + Within the sparkling that together came,<br /> + As soon as on a certain step it struck, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that which nearest unto us remained<br /> + Became so clear, that in my thought I said,<br /> + “Well I perceive the love thou showest me; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But she, from whom I wait the how and when<br /> + Of speech and silence, standeth still; whence I<br /> + Against desire do well if I ask not.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +She thereupon, who saw my silentness<br /> + In the sight of Him who seeth everything,<br /> + Said unto me, “Let loose thy warm desire.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I began: “No merit of my own<br /> + Renders me worthy of response from thee;<br /> + But for her sake who granteth me the asking, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou blessed life that dost remain concealed<br /> + In thy beatitude, make known to me<br /> + The cause which draweth thee so near my side; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And tell me why is silent in this wheel<br /> + The dulcet symphony of Paradise,<br /> + That through the rest below sounds so devoutly.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Thou hast thy hearing mortal as thy sight,”<br /> + It answer made to me; “they sing not here,<br /> + For the same cause that Beatrice has not smiled. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus far adown the holy stairway’s steps<br /> + Have I descended but to give thee welcome<br /> + With words, and with the light that mantles me; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor did more love cause me to be more ready,<br /> + For love as much and more up there is burning,<br /> + As doth the flaming manifest to thee. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But the high charity, that makes us servants<br /> + Prompt to the counsel which controls the world,<br /> + Allotteth here, even as thou dost observe.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“I see full well,” said I, “O sacred lamp!<br /> + How love unfettered in this court sufficeth<br /> + To follow the eternal Providence; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But this is what seems hard for me to see,<br /> + Wherefore predestinate wast thou alone<br /> + Unto this office from among thy consorts.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +No sooner had I come to the last word,<br /> + Than of its middle made the light a centre,<br /> + Whirling itself about like a swift millstone. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When answer made the love that was therein:<br /> + “On me directed is a light divine,<br /> + Piercing through this in which I am embosomed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of which the virtue with my sight conjoined<br /> + Lifts me above myself so far, I see<br /> + The supreme essence from which this is drawn. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence comes the joyfulness with which I flame,<br /> + For to my sight, as far as it is clear,<br /> + The clearness of the flame I equal make. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But that soul in the heaven which is most pure,<br /> + That seraph which his eye on God most fixes,<br /> + Could this demand of thine not satisfy; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because so deeply sinks in the abyss<br /> + Of the eternal statute what thou askest,<br /> + From all created sight it is cut off. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And to the mortal world, when thou returnest,<br /> + This carry back, that it may not presume<br /> + Longer tow’rd such a goal to move its feet. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The mind, that shineth here, on earth doth smoke;<br /> + From this observe how can it do below<br /> + That which it cannot though the heaven assume it?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such limit did its words prescribe to me,<br /> + The question I relinquished, and restricted<br /> + Myself to ask it humbly who it was. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Between two shores of Italy rise cliffs,<br /> + And not far distant from thy native place,<br /> + So high, the thunders far below them sound, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And form a ridge that Catria is called,<br /> + ’Neath which is consecrate a hermitage<br /> + Wont to be dedicate to worship only.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus unto me the third speech recommenced,<br /> + And then, continuing, it said: “Therein<br /> + Unto God’s service I became so steadfast, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That feeding only on the juice of olives<br /> + Lightly I passed away the heats and frosts,<br /> + Contented in my thoughts contemplative. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That cloister used to render to these heavens<br /> + Abundantly, and now is empty grown,<br /> + So that perforce it soon must be revealed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I in that place was Peter Damiano;<br /> + And Peter the Sinner was I in the house<br /> + Of Our Lady on the Adriatic shore. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Little of mortal life remained to me,<br /> + When I was called and dragged forth to the hat<br /> + Which shifteth evermore from bad to worse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Came Cephas, and the mighty Vessel came<br /> + Of the Holy Spirit, meagre and barefooted,<br /> + Taking the food of any hostelry. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now some one to support them on each side<br /> + The modern shepherds need, and some to lead them,<br /> + So heavy are they, and to hold their trains. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +They cover up their palfreys with their cloaks,<br /> + So that two beasts go underneath one skin;<br /> + O Patience, that dost tolerate so much!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +At this voice saw I many little flames<br /> + From step to step descending and revolving,<br /> + And every revolution made them fairer. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Round about this one came they and stood still,<br /> + And a cry uttered of so loud a sound,<br /> + It here could find no parallel, nor I +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Distinguished it, the thunder so o’ercame me. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Oppressed with stupor, I unto my guide<br /> + Turned like a little child who always runs<br /> + For refuge there where he confideth most; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she, even as a mother who straightway<br /> + Gives comfort to her pale and breathless boy<br /> + With voice whose wont it is to reassure him, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Said to me: “Knowest thou not thou art in heaven,<br /> + And knowest thou not that heaven is holy all<br /> + And what is done here cometh from good zeal? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After what wise the singing would have changed thee<br /> + And I by smiling, thou canst now imagine,<br /> + Since that the cry has startled thee so much, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In which if thou hadst understood its prayers<br /> + Already would be known to thee the vengeance<br /> + Which thou shalt look upon before thou diest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The sword above here smiteth not in haste<br /> + Nor tardily, howe’er it seem to him<br /> + Who fearing or desiring waits for it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But turn thee round towards the others now,<br /> + For very illustrious spirits shalt thou see,<br /> + If thou thy sight directest as I say.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As it seemed good to her mine eyes I turned,<br /> + And saw a hundred spherules that together<br /> + With mutual rays each other more embellished. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I stood as one who in himself represses<br /> + The point of his desire, and ventures not<br /> + To question, he so feareth the too much. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And now the largest and most luculent<br /> + Among those pearls came forward, that it might<br /> + Make my desire concerning it content. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within it then I heard: “If thou couldst see<br /> + Even as myself the charity that burns<br /> + Among us, thy conceits would be expressed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But, that by waiting thou mayst not come late<br /> + To the high end, I will make answer even<br /> + Unto the thought of which thou art so chary. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That mountain on whose slope Cassino stands<br /> + Was frequented of old upon its summit<br /> + By a deluded folk and ill-disposed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I am he who first up thither bore<br /> + The name of Him who brought upon the earth<br /> + The truth that so much sublimateth us. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And such abundant grace upon me shone<br /> + That all the neighbouring towns I drew away<br /> + From the impious worship that seduced the world. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +These other fires, each one of them, were men<br /> + Contemplative, enkindled by that heat<br /> + Which maketh holy flowers and fruits spring up. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here is Macarius, here is Romualdus,<br /> + Here are my brethren, who within the cloisters<br /> + Their footsteps stayed and kept a steadfast heart.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I to him: “The affection which thou showest<br /> + Speaking with me, and the good countenance<br /> + Which I behold and note in all your ardours, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In me have so my confidence dilated<br /> + As the sun doth the rose, when it becomes<br /> + As far unfolded as it hath the power. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore I pray, and thou assure me, father,<br /> + If I may so much grace receive, that I<br /> + May thee behold with countenance unveiled.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He thereupon: “Brother, thy high desire<br /> + In the remotest sphere shall be fulfilled,<br /> + Where are fulfilled all others and my own. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There perfect is, and ripened, and complete,<br /> + Every desire; within that one alone<br /> + Is every part where it has always been; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For it is not in space, nor turns on poles,<br /> + And unto it our stairway reaches up,<br /> + Whence thus from out thy sight it steals away. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Up to that height the Patriarch Jacob saw it<br /> + Extending its supernal part, what time<br /> + So thronged with angels it appeared to him. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But to ascend it now no one uplifts<br /> + His feet from off the earth, and now my Rule<br /> + Below remaineth for mere waste of paper. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The walls that used of old to be an Abbey<br /> + Are changed to dens of robbers, and the cowls<br /> + Are sacks filled full of miserable flour. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But heavy usury is not taken up<br /> + So much against God’s pleasure as that fruit<br /> + Which maketh so insane the heart of monks; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For whatsoever hath the Church in keeping<br /> + Is for the folk that ask it in God’s name,<br /> + Not for one’s kindred or for something worse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The flesh of mortals is so very soft,<br /> + That good beginnings down below suffice not<br /> + From springing of the oak to bearing acorns. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Peter began with neither gold nor silver,<br /> + And I with orison and abstinence,<br /> + And Francis with humility his convent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if thou lookest at each one’s beginning,<br /> + And then regardest whither he has run,<br /> + Thou shalt behold the white changed into brown. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In verity the Jordan backward turned,<br /> + And the sea’s fleeing, when God willed were more<br /> + A wonder to behold, than succour here.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus unto me he said; and then withdrew<br /> + To his own band, and the band closed together;<br /> + Then like a whirlwind all was upward rapt. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The gentle Lady urged me on behind them<br /> + Up o’er that stairway by a single sign,<br /> + So did her virtue overcome my nature; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor here below, where one goes up and down<br /> + By natural law, was motion e’er so swift<br /> + That it could be compared unto my wing. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Reader, as I may unto that devout<br /> + Triumph return, on whose account I often<br /> + For my transgressions weep and beat my breast,— +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou hadst not thrust thy finger in the fire<br /> + And drawn it out again, before I saw<br /> + The sign that follows Taurus, and was in it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O glorious stars, O light impregnated<br /> + With mighty virtue, from which I acknowledge<br /> + All of my genius, whatsoe’er it be, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With you was born, and hid himself with you,<br /> + He who is father of all mortal life,<br /> + When first I tasted of the Tuscan air; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then when grace was freely given to me<br /> + To enter the high wheel which turns you round,<br /> + Your region was allotted unto me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To you devoutly at this hour my soul<br /> + Is sighing, that it virtue may acquire<br /> + For the stern pass that draws it to itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Thou art so near unto the last salvation,”<br /> + Thus Beatrice began, “thou oughtest now<br /> + To have thine eves unclouded and acute; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And therefore, ere thou enter farther in,<br /> + Look down once more, and see how vast a world<br /> + Thou hast already put beneath thy feet; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that thy heart, as jocund as it may,<br /> + Present itself to the triumphant throng<br /> + That comes rejoicing through this rounded ether.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I with my sight returned through one and all<br /> + The sevenfold spheres, and I beheld this globe<br /> + Such that I smiled at its ignoble semblance; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that opinion I approve as best<br /> + Which doth account it least; and he who thinks<br /> + Of something else may truly be called just. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I saw the daughter of Latona shining<br /> + Without that shadow, which to me was cause<br /> + That once I had believed her rare and dense. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The aspect of thy son, Hyperion,<br /> + Here I sustained, and saw how move themselves<br /> + Around and near him Maia and Dione. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thence there appeared the temperateness of Jove<br /> + ’Twixt son and father, and to me was clear<br /> + The change that of their whereabout they make; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And all the seven made manifest to me<br /> + How great they are, and eke how swift they are,<br /> + And how they are in distant habitations. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The threshing-floor that maketh us so proud,<br /> + To me revolving with the eternal Twins,<br /> + Was all apparent made from hill to harbour! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then to the beauteous eyes mine eyes I turned. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a bird, ’mid the beloved leaves,<br /> + Quiet upon the nest of her sweet brood<br /> + Throughout the night, that hideth all things from us, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who, that she may behold their longed-for looks<br /> + And find the food wherewith to nourish them,<br /> + In which, to her, grave labours grateful are, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Anticipates the time on open spray<br /> + And with an ardent longing waits the sun,<br /> + Gazing intent as soon as breaks the dawn: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus my Lady standing was, erect<br /> + And vigilant, turned round towards the zone<br /> + Underneath which the sun displays less haste; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that beholding her distraught and wistful,<br /> + Such I became as he is who desiring<br /> + For something yearns, and hoping is appeased. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But brief the space from one When to the other;<br /> + Of my awaiting, say I, and the seeing<br /> + The welkin grow resplendent more and more. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And Beatrice exclaimed: “Behold the hosts<br /> + Of Christ’s triumphal march, and all the fruit<br /> + Harvested by the rolling of these spheres!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It seemed to me her face was all aflame;<br /> + And eyes she had so full of ecstasy<br /> + That I must needs pass on without describing. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As when in nights serene of the full moon<br /> + Smiles Trivia among the nymphs eternal<br /> + Who paint the firmament through all its gulfs, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Saw I, above the myriads of lamps,<br /> + A Sun that one and all of them enkindled,<br /> + E’en as our own doth the supernal sights, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And through the living light transparent shone<br /> + The lucent substance so intensely clear<br /> + Into my sight, that I sustained it not. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Beatrice, thou gentle guide and dear!<br /> + To me she said: “What overmasters thee<br /> + A virtue is from which naught shields itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There are the wisdom and the omnipotence<br /> + That oped the thoroughfares ’twixt heaven and earth,<br /> + For which there erst had been so long a yearning.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As fire from out a cloud unlocks itself,<br /> + Dilating so it finds not room therein,<br /> + And down, against its nature, falls to earth, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So did my mind, among those aliments<br /> + Becoming larger, issue from itself,<br /> + And that which it became cannot remember. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Open thine eyes, and look at what I am:<br /> + Thou hast beheld such things, that strong enough<br /> + Hast thou become to tolerate my smile.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I was as one who still retains the feeling<br /> + Of a forgotten vision, and endeavours<br /> + In vain to bring it back into his mind, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When I this invitation heard, deserving<br /> + Of so much gratitude, it never fades<br /> + Out of the book that chronicles the past. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If at this moment sounded all the tongues<br /> + That Polyhymnia and her sisters made<br /> + Most lubrical with their delicious milk, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To aid me, to a thousandth of the truth<br /> + It would not reach, singing the holy smile<br /> + And how the holy aspect it illumed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And therefore, representing Paradise,<br /> + The sacred poem must perforce leap over,<br /> + Even as a man who finds his way cut off; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But whoso thinketh of the ponderous theme,<br /> + And of the mortal shoulder laden with it,<br /> + Should blame it not, if under this it tremble. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +It is no passage for a little boat<br /> + This which goes cleaving the audacious prow,<br /> + Nor for a pilot who would spare himself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Why doth my face so much enamour thee,<br /> + That to the garden fair thou turnest not,<br /> + Which under the rays of Christ is blossoming? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There is the Rose in which the Word Divine<br /> + Became incarnate; there the lilies are<br /> + By whose perfume the good way was discovered.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus Beatrice; and I, who to her counsels<br /> + Was wholly ready, once again betook me<br /> + Unto the battle of the feeble brows. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As in the sunshine, that unsullied streams<br /> + Through fractured cloud, ere now a meadow of flowers<br /> + Mine eyes with shadow covered o’er have seen, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So troops of splendours manifold I saw<br /> + Illumined from above with burning rays,<br /> + Beholding not the source of the effulgence. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O power benignant that dost so imprint them!<br /> + Thou didst exalt thyself to give more scope<br /> + There to mine eyes, that were not strong enough. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The name of that fair flower I e’er invoke<br /> + Morning and evening utterly enthralled<br /> + My soul to gaze upon the greater fire. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And when in both mine eyes depicted were<br /> + The glory and greatness of the living star<br /> + Which there excelleth, as it here excelled, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Athwart the heavens a little torch descended<br /> + Formed in a circle like a coronal,<br /> + And cinctured it, and whirled itself about it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whatever melody most sweetly soundeth<br /> + On earth, and to itself most draws the soul,<br /> + Would seem a cloud that, rent asunder, thunders, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Compared unto the sounding of that lyre<br /> + Wherewith was crowned the sapphire beautiful,<br /> + Which gives the clearest heaven its sapphire hue. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“I am Angelic Love, that circle round<br /> + The joy sublime which breathes from out the womb<br /> + That was the hostelry of our Desire; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I shall circle, Lady of Heaven, while<br /> + Thou followest thy Son, and mak’st diviner<br /> + The sphere supreme, because thou enterest there.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus did the circulated melody<br /> + Seal itself up; and all the other lights<br /> + Were making to resound the name of Mary. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The regal mantle of the volumes all<br /> + Of that world, which most fervid is and living<br /> + With breath of God and with his works and ways, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Extended over us its inner border,<br /> + So very distant, that the semblance of it<br /> + There where I was not yet appeared to me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore mine eyes did not possess the power<br /> + Of following the incoronated flame,<br /> + Which mounted upward near to its own seed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as a little child, that towards its mother<br /> + Stretches its arms, when it the milk has taken,<br /> + Through impulse kindled into outward flame, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Each of those gleams of whiteness upward reached<br /> + So with its summit, that the deep affection<br /> + They had for Mary was revealed to me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafter they remained there in my sight,<br /> + ‘Regina coeli’ singing with such sweetness,<br /> + That ne’er from me has the delight departed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O, what exuberance is garnered up<br /> + Within those richest coffers, which had been<br /> + Good husbandmen for sowing here below! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There they enjoy and live upon the treasure<br /> + Which was acquired while weeping in the exile<br /> + Of Babylon, wherein the gold was left. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There triumpheth, beneath the exalted Son<br /> + Of God and Mary, in his victory,<br /> + Both with the ancient council and the new, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who doth keep the keys of such a glory. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXIV"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXIV</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O company elect to the great supper<br /> + Of the Lamb benedight, who feedeth you<br /> + So that for ever full is your desire, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If by the grace of God this man foretaste<br /> + Something of that which falleth from your table,<br /> + Or ever death prescribe to him the time, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Direct your mind to his immense desire,<br /> + And him somewhat bedew; ye drinking are<br /> + For ever at the fount whence comes his thought.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus Beatrice; and those souls beatified<br /> + Transformed themselves to spheres on steadfast poles,<br /> + Flaming intensely in the guise of comets. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as the wheels in works of horologes<br /> + Revolve so that the first to the beholder<br /> + Motionless seems, and the last one to fly, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So in like manner did those carols, dancing<br /> + In different measure, of their affluence<br /> + Give me the gauge, as they were swift or slow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From that one which I noted of most beauty<br /> + Beheld I issue forth a fire so happy<br /> + That none it left there of a greater brightness; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And around Beatrice three several times<br /> + It whirled itself with so divine a song,<br /> + My fantasy repeats it not to me; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore the pen skips, and I write it not,<br /> + Since our imagination for such folds,<br /> + Much more our speech, is of a tint too glaring. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O holy sister mine, who us implorest<br /> + With such devotion, by thine ardent love<br /> + Thou dost unbind me from that beautiful sphere!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafter, having stopped, the blessed fire<br /> + Unto my Lady did direct its breath,<br /> + Which spake in fashion as I here have said. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she: “O light eterne of the great man<br /> + To whom our Lord delivered up the keys<br /> + He carried down of this miraculous joy, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This one examine on points light and grave,<br /> + As good beseemeth thee, about the Faith<br /> + By means of which thou on the sea didst walk. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If he love well, and hope well, and believe,<br /> + From thee ’tis hid not; for thou hast thy sight<br /> + There where depicted everything is seen. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But since this kingdom has made citizens<br /> + By means of the true Faith, to glorify it<br /> + ’Tis well he have the chance to speak thereof.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As baccalaureate arms himself, and speaks not<br /> + Until the master doth propose the question,<br /> + To argue it, and not to terminate it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So did I arm myself with every reason,<br /> + While she was speaking, that I might be ready<br /> + For such a questioner and such profession. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Say, thou good Christian; manifest thyself;<br /> + What is the Faith?” Whereat I raised my brow<br /> + Unto that light wherefrom was this breathed forth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then turned I round to Beatrice, and she<br /> + Prompt signals made to me that I should pour<br /> + The water forth from my internal fountain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“May grace, that suffers me to make confession,”<br /> + Began I, “to the great centurion,<br /> + Cause my conceptions all to be explicit!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I continued: “As the truthful pen,<br /> + Father, of thy dear brother wrote of it,<br /> + Who put with thee Rome into the good way, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Faith is the substance of the things we hope for,<br /> + And evidence of those that are not seen;<br /> + And this appears to me its quiddity.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then heard I: “Very rightly thou perceivest,<br /> + If well thou understandest why he placed it<br /> + With substances and then with evidences.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I thereafterward: “The things profound,<br /> + That here vouchsafe to me their apparition,<br /> + Unto all eyes below are so concealed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That they exist there only in belief,<br /> + Upon the which is founded the high hope,<br /> + And hence it takes the nature of a substance. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it behoveth us from this belief<br /> + To reason without having other sight,<br /> + And hence it has the nature of evidence.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then heard I: “If whatever is acquired<br /> + Below by doctrine were thus understood,<br /> + No sophist’s subtlety would there find place.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus was breathed forth from that enkindled love;<br /> + Then added: “Very well has been gone over<br /> + Already of this coin the alloy and weight; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But tell me if thou hast it in thy purse?”<br /> + And I: “Yes, both so shining and so round<br /> + That in its stamp there is no peradventure.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafter issued from the light profound<br /> + That there resplendent was: “This precious jewel,<br /> + Upon the which is every virtue founded, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence hadst thou it?” And I: “The large outpouring<br /> + Of Holy Spirit, which has been diffused<br /> + Upon the ancient parchments and the new, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A syllogism is, which proved it to me<br /> + With such acuteness, that, compared therewith,<br /> + All demonstration seems to me obtuse.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then I heard: “The ancient and the new<br /> + Postulates, that to thee are so conclusive,<br /> + Why dost thou take them for the word divine?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I: “The proofs, which show the truth to me,<br /> + Are the works subsequent, whereunto Nature<br /> + Ne’er heated iron yet, nor anvil beat.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Twas answered me: “Say, who assureth thee<br /> + That those works ever were? the thing itself<br /> + That must be proved, nought else to thee affirms it.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Were the world to Christianity converted,”<br /> + I said, “withouten miracles, this one<br /> + Is such, the rest are not its hundredth part; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because that poor and fasting thou didst enter<br /> + Into the field to sow there the good plant,<br /> + Which was a vine and has become a thorn!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This being finished, the high, holy Court<br /> + Resounded through the spheres, “One God we praise!”<br /> + In melody that there above is chanted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then that Baron, who from branch to branch,<br /> + Examining, had thus conducted me,<br /> + Till the extremest leaves we were approaching, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Again began: “The Grace that dallying<br /> + Plays with thine intellect thy mouth has opened,<br /> + Up to this point, as it should opened be, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that I do approve what forth emerged;<br /> + But now thou must express what thou believest,<br /> + And whence to thy belief it was presented.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O holy father, spirit who beholdest<br /> + What thou believedst so that thou o’ercamest,<br /> + Towards the sepulchre, more youthful feet,” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Began I, “thou dost wish me in this place<br /> + The form to manifest of my prompt belief,<br /> + And likewise thou the cause thereof demandest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I respond: In one God I believe,<br /> + Sole and eterne, who moveth all the heavens<br /> + With love and with desire, himself unmoved; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of such faith not only have I proofs<br /> + Physical and metaphysical, but gives them<br /> + Likewise the truth that from this place rains down +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Through Moses, through the Prophets and the Psalms,<br /> + Through the Evangel, and through you, who wrote<br /> + After the fiery Spirit sanctified you; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In Persons three eterne believe, and these<br /> + One essence I believe, so one and trine<br /> + They bear conjunction both with ‘sunt’ and ‘est.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With the profound condition and divine<br /> + Which now I touch upon, doth stamp my mind<br /> + Ofttimes the doctrine evangelical. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This the beginning is, this is the spark<br /> + Which afterwards dilates to vivid flame,<br /> + And, like a star in heaven, is sparkling in me.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a lord who hears what pleaseth him<br /> + His servant straight embraces, gratulating<br /> + For the good news as soon as he is silent; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So, giving me its benediction, singing,<br /> + Three times encircled me, when I was silent,<br /> + The apostolic light, at whose command +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I spoken had, in speaking I so pleased him. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXV"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXV</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +If e’er it happen that the Poem Sacred,<br /> + To which both heaven and earth have set their hand,<br /> + So that it many a year hath made me lean, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O’ercome the cruelty that bars me out<br /> + From the fair sheepfold, where a lamb I slumbered,<br /> + An enemy to the wolves that war upon it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With other voice forthwith, with other fleece<br /> + Poet will I return, and at my font<br /> + Baptismal will I take the laurel crown; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because into the Faith that maketh known<br /> + All souls to God there entered I, and then<br /> + Peter for her sake thus my brow encircled. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafterward towards us moved a light<br /> + Out of that band whence issued the first-fruits<br /> + Which of his vicars Christ behind him left, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then my Lady, full of ecstasy,<br /> + Said unto me: “Look, look! behold the Baron<br /> + For whom below Galicia is frequented.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In the same way as, when a dove alights<br /> + Near his companion, both of them pour forth,<br /> + Circling about and murmuring, their affection, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So one beheld I by the other grand<br /> + Prince glorified to be with welcome greeted,<br /> + Lauding the food that there above is eaten. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But when their gratulations were complete,<br /> + Silently ‘coram me’ each one stood still,<br /> + So incandescent it o’ercame my sight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Smiling thereafterwards, said Beatrice:<br /> + “Illustrious life, by whom the benefactions<br /> + Of our Basilica have been described, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Make Hope resound within this altitude;<br /> + Thou knowest as oft thou dost personify it<br /> + As Jesus to the three gave greater clearness.”— +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Lift up thy head, and make thyself assured;<br /> + For what comes hither from the mortal world<br /> + Must needs be ripened in our radiance.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This comfort came to me from the second fire;<br /> + Wherefore mine eyes I lifted to the hills,<br /> + Which bent them down before with too great weight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Since, through his grace, our Emperor wills that thou<br /> + Shouldst find thee face to face, before thy death,<br /> + In the most secret chamber, with his Counts, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that, the truth beholden of this court,<br /> + Hope, which below there rightfully enamours,<br /> + Thereby thou strengthen in thyself and others, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Say what it is, and how is flowering with it<br /> + Thy mind, and say from whence it came to thee.”<br /> + Thus did the second light again continue. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And the Compassionate, who piloted<br /> + The plumage of my wings in such high flight,<br /> + Did in reply anticipate me thus: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“No child whatever the Church Militant<br /> + Of greater hope possesses, as is written<br /> + In that Sun which irradiates all our band; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore it is conceded him from Egypt<br /> + To come into Jerusalem to see,<br /> + Or ever yet his warfare be completed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The two remaining points, that not for knowledge<br /> + Have been demanded, but that he report<br /> + How much this virtue unto thee is pleasing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To him I leave; for hard he will not find them,<br /> + Nor of self-praise; and let him answer them;<br /> + And may the grace of God in this assist him!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As a disciple, who his teacher follows,<br /> + Ready and willing, where he is expert,<br /> + That his proficiency may be displayed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Hope,” said I, “is the certain expectation<br /> + Of future glory, which is the effect<br /> + Of grace divine and merit precedent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From many stars this light comes unto me;<br /> + But he instilled it first into my heart<br /> + Who was chief singer unto the chief captain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Sperent in te,’ in the high Theody<br /> + He sayeth, ‘those who know thy name;’ and who<br /> + Knoweth it not, if he my faith possess? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou didst instil me, then, with his instilling<br /> + In the Epistle, so that I am full,<br /> + And upon others rain again your rain.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +While I was speaking, in the living bosom<br /> + Of that combustion quivered an effulgence,<br /> + Sudden and frequent, in the guise of lightning; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then breathed: “The love wherewith I am inflamed<br /> + Towards the virtue still which followed me<br /> + Unto the palm and issue of the field, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wills that I breathe to thee that thou delight<br /> + In her; and grateful to me is thy telling<br /> + Whatever things Hope promises to thee.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I: “The ancient Scriptures and the new<br /> + The mark establish, and this shows it me,<br /> + Of all the souls whom God hath made his friends. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Isaiah saith, that each one garmented<br /> + In his own land shall be with twofold garments,<br /> + And his own land is this delightful life. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thy brother, too, far more explicitly,<br /> + There where he treateth of the robes of white,<br /> + This revelation manifests to us.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And first, and near the ending of these words,<br /> + “Sperent in te” from over us was heard,<br /> + To which responsive answered all the carols. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafterward a light among them brightened,<br /> + So that, if Cancer one such crystal had,<br /> + Winter would have a month of one sole day. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as uprises, goes, and enters the dance<br /> + A winsome maiden, only to do honour<br /> + To the new bride, and not from any failing, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus did I behold the brightened splendour<br /> + Approach the two, who in a wheel revolved<br /> + As was beseeming to their ardent love. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into the song and music there it entered;<br /> + And fixed on them my Lady kept her look,<br /> + Even as a bride silent and motionless. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“This is the one who lay upon the breast<br /> + Of him our Pelican; and this is he<br /> + To the great office from the cross elected.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My Lady thus; but therefore none the more<br /> + Did move her sight from its attentive gaze<br /> + Before or afterward these words of hers. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a man who gazes, and endeavours<br /> + To see the eclipsing of the sun a little,<br /> + And who, by seeing, sightless doth become, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So I became before that latest fire,<br /> + While it was said, “Why dost thou daze thyself<br /> + To see a thing which here hath no existence? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Earth in the earth my body is, and shall be<br /> + With all the others there, until our number<br /> + With the eternal proposition tallies. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With the two garments in the blessed cloister<br /> + Are the two lights alone that have ascended:<br /> + And this shalt thou take back into your world.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And at this utterance the flaming circle<br /> + Grew quiet, with the dulcet intermingling<br /> + Of sound that by the trinal breath was made, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As to escape from danger or fatigue<br /> + The oars that erst were in the water beaten<br /> + Are all suspended at a whistle’s sound. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ah, how much in my mind was I disturbed,<br /> + When I turned round to look on Beatrice,<br /> + That her I could not see, although I was +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Close at her side and in the Happy World! +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXVI"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXVI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +While I was doubting for my vision quenched,<br /> + Out of the flame refulgent that had quenched it<br /> + Issued a breathing, that attentive made me, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Saying: “While thou recoverest the sense<br /> + Of seeing which in me thou hast consumed,<br /> + ’Tis well that speaking thou shouldst compensate it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Begin then, and declare to what thy soul<br /> + Is aimed, and count it for a certainty,<br /> + Sight is in thee bewildered and not dead; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because the Lady, who through this divine<br /> + Region conducteth thee, has in her look<br /> + The power the hand of Ananias had.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I said: “As pleaseth her, or soon or late<br /> + Let the cure come to eyes that portals were<br /> + When she with fire I ever burn with entered. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Good, that gives contentment to this Court,<br /> + The Alpha and Omega is of all<br /> + The writing that love reads me low or loud.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The selfsame voice, that taken had from me<br /> + The terror of the sudden dazzlement,<br /> + To speak still farther put it in my thought; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said: “In verity with finer sieve<br /> + Behoveth thee to sift; thee it behoveth<br /> + To say who aimed thy bow at such a target.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I: “By philosophic arguments,<br /> + And by authority that hence descends,<br /> + Such love must needs imprint itself in me; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For Good, so far as good, when comprehended<br /> + Doth straight enkindle love, and so much greater<br /> + As more of goodness in itself it holds; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then to that Essence (whose is such advantage<br /> + That every good which out of it is found<br /> + Is nothing but a ray of its own light) +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +More than elsewhither must the mind be moved<br /> + Of every one, in loving, who discerns<br /> + The truth in which this evidence is founded. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such truth he to my intellect reveals<br /> + Who demonstrates to me the primal love<br /> + Of all the sempiternal substances. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The voice reveals it of the truthful Author,<br /> + Who says to Moses, speaking of Himself,<br /> + ‘I will make all my goodness pass before thee.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou too revealest it to me, beginning<br /> + The loud Evangel, that proclaims the secret<br /> + Of heaven to earth above all other edict.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I heard say: “By human intellect<br /> + And by authority concordant with it,<br /> + Of all thy loves reserve for God the highest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But say again if other cords thou feelest,<br /> + Draw thee towards Him, that thou mayst proclaim<br /> + With how many teeth this love is biting thee.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The holy purpose of the Eagle of Christ<br /> + Not latent was, nay, rather I perceived<br /> + Whither he fain would my profession lead. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore I recommenced: “All of those bites<br /> + Which have the power to turn the heart to God<br /> + Unto my charity have been concurrent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The being of the world, and my own being,<br /> + The death which He endured that I may live,<br /> + And that which all the faithful hope, as I do, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With the forementioned vivid consciousness<br /> + Have drawn me from the sea of love perverse,<br /> + And of the right have placed me on the shore. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The leaves, wherewith embowered is all the garden<br /> + Of the Eternal Gardener, do I love<br /> + As much as he has granted them of good.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As soon as I had ceased, a song most sweet<br /> + Throughout the heaven resounded, and my Lady<br /> + Said with the others, “Holy, holy, holy!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as at some keen light one wakes from sleep<br /> + By reason of the visual spirit that runs<br /> + Unto the splendour passed from coat to coat, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he who wakes abhorreth what he sees,<br /> + So all unconscious is his sudden waking,<br /> + Until the judgment cometh to his aid, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So from before mine eyes did Beatrice<br /> + Chase every mote with radiance of her own,<br /> + That cast its light a thousand miles and more. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whence better after than before I saw,<br /> + And in a kind of wonderment I asked<br /> + About a fourth light that I saw with us. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said my Lady: “There within those rays<br /> + Gazes upon its Maker the first soul<br /> + That ever the first virtue did create.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as the bough that downward bends its top<br /> + At transit of the wind, and then is lifted<br /> + By its own virtue, which inclines it upward, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Likewise did I, the while that she was speaking,<br /> + Being amazed, and then I was made bold<br /> + By a desire to speak wherewith I burned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I began: “O apple, that mature<br /> + Alone hast been produced, O ancient father,<br /> + To whom each wife is daughter and daughter-in-law, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Devoutly as I can I supplicate thee<br /> + That thou wouldst speak to me; thou seest my wish;<br /> + And I, to hear thee quickly, speak it not.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Sometimes an animal, when covered, struggles<br /> + So that his impulse needs must be apparent,<br /> + By reason of the wrappage following it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in like manner the primeval soul<br /> + Made clear to me athwart its covering<br /> + How jubilant it was to give me pleasure. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then breathed: “Without thy uttering it to me,<br /> + Thine inclination better I discern<br /> + Than thou whatever thing is surest to thee; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For I behold it in the truthful mirror,<br /> + That of Himself all things parhelion makes,<br /> + And none makes Him parhelion of itself. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou fain wouldst hear how long ago God placed me<br /> + Within the lofty garden, where this Lady<br /> + Unto so long a stairway thee disposed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And how long to mine eyes it was a pleasure,<br /> + And of the great disdain the proper cause,<br /> + And the language that I used and that I made. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now, son of mine, the tasting of the tree<br /> + Not in itself was cause of so great exile,<br /> + But solely the o’erstepping of the bounds. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There, whence thy Lady moved Virgilius,<br /> + Four thousand and three hundred and two circuits<br /> + Made by the sun, this Council I desired; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And him I saw return to all the lights<br /> + Of his highway nine hundred times and thirty,<br /> + Whilst I upon the earth was tarrying. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The language that I spake was quite extinct<br /> + Before that in the work interminable<br /> + The people under Nimrod were employed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For nevermore result of reasoning<br /> + (Because of human pleasure that doth change,<br /> + Obedient to the heavens) was durable. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A natural action is it that man speaks;<br /> + But whether thus or thus, doth nature leave<br /> + To your own art, as seemeth best to you. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ere I descended to the infernal anguish,<br /> + ‘El’ was on earth the name of the Chief Good,<br /> + From whom comes all the joy that wraps me round +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +‘Eli’ he then was called, and that is proper,<br /> + Because the use of men is like a leaf<br /> + On bough, which goeth and another cometh. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upon the mount that highest o’er the wave<br /> + Rises was I, in life or pure or sinful,<br /> + From the first hour to that which is the second, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As the sun changes quadrant, to the sixth.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXVII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXVII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Glory be to the Father, to the Son,<br /> + And Holy Ghost!” all Paradise began,<br /> + So that the melody inebriate made me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +What I beheld seemed unto me a smile<br /> + Of the universe; for my inebriation<br /> + Found entrance through the hearing and the sight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O joy! O gladness inexpressible!<br /> + O perfect life of love and peacefulness!<br /> + O riches without hankering secure! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Before mine eyes were standing the four torches<br /> + Enkindled, and the one that first had come<br /> + Began to make itself more luminous; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even such in semblance it became<br /> + As Jupiter would become, if he and Mars<br /> + Were birds, and they should interchange their feathers. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That Providence, which here distributeth<br /> + Season and service, in the blessed choir<br /> + Had silence upon every side imposed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When I heard say: “If I my colour change,<br /> + Marvel not at it; for while I am speaking<br /> + Thou shalt behold all these their colour change. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who usurps upon the earth my place,<br /> + My place, my place, which vacant has become<br /> + Before the presence of the Son of God, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Has of my cemetery made a sewer<br /> + Of blood and stench, whereby the Perverse One,<br /> + Who fell from here, below there is appeased!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With the same colour which, through sun adverse,<br /> + Painteth the clouds at evening or at morn,<br /> + Beheld I then the whole of heaven suffused. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as a modest woman, who abides<br /> + Sure of herself, and at another’s failing,<br /> + From listening only, timorous becomes, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus did Beatrice change countenance;<br /> + And I believe in heaven was such eclipse,<br /> + When suffered the supreme Omnipotence; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thereafterward proceeded forth his words<br /> + With voice so much transmuted from itself,<br /> + The very countenance was not more changed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The spouse of Christ has never nurtured been<br /> + On blood of mine, of Linus and of Cletus,<br /> + To be made use of in acquest of gold; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But in acquest of this delightful life<br /> + Sixtus and Pius, Urban and Calixtus,<br /> + After much lamentation, shed their blood. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Our purpose was not, that on the right hand<br /> + Of our successors should in part be seated<br /> + The Christian folk, in part upon the other; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor that the keys which were to me confided<br /> + Should e’er become the escutcheon on a banner,<br /> + That should wage war on those who are baptized; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor I be made the figure of a seal<br /> + To privileges venal and mendacious,<br /> + Whereat I often redden and flash with fire. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In garb of shepherds the rapacious wolves<br /> + Are seen from here above o’er all the pastures!<br /> + O wrath of God, why dost thou slumber still? +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To drink our blood the Caorsines and Gascons<br /> + Are making ready. O thou good beginning,<br /> + Unto how vile an end must thou needs fall! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But the high Providence, that with Scipio<br /> + At Rome the glory of the world defended,<br /> + Will speedily bring aid, as I conceive; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thou, my son, who by thy mortal weight<br /> + Shalt down return again, open thy mouth;<br /> + What I conceal not, do not thou conceal.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As with its frozen vapours downward falls<br /> + In flakes our atmosphere, what time the horn<br /> + Of the celestial Goat doth touch the sun, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upward in such array saw I the ether<br /> + Become, and flaked with the triumphant vapours,<br /> + Which there together with us had remained. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My sight was following up their semblances,<br /> + And followed till the medium, by excess,<br /> + The passing farther onward took from it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Whereat the Lady, who beheld me freed<br /> + From gazing upward, said to me: “Cast down<br /> + Thy sight, and see how far thou art turned round.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Since the first time that I had downward looked,<br /> + I saw that I had moved through the whole arc<br /> + Which the first climate makes from midst to end; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that I saw the mad track of Ulysses<br /> + Past Gades, and this side, well nigh the shore<br /> + Whereon became Europa a sweet burden. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of this threshing-floor the site to me<br /> + Were more unveiled, but the sun was proceeding<br /> + Under my feet, a sign and more removed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My mind enamoured, which is dallying<br /> + At all times with my Lady, to bring back<br /> + To her mine eyes was more than ever ardent. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if or Art or Nature has made bait<br /> + To catch the eyes and so possess the mind,<br /> + In human flesh or in its portraiture, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +All joined together would appear as nought<br /> + To the divine delight which shone upon me<br /> + When to her smiling face I turned me round. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The virtue that her look endowed me with<br /> + From the fair nest of Leda tore me forth,<br /> + And up into the swiftest heaven impelled me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Its parts exceeding full of life and lofty<br /> + Are all so uniform, I cannot say<br /> + Which Beatrice selected for my place. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But she, who was aware of my desire,<br /> + Began, the while she smiled so joyously<br /> + That God seemed in her countenance to rejoice: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The nature of that motion, which keeps quiet<br /> + The centre and all the rest about it moves,<br /> + From hence begins as from its starting point. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in this heaven there is no other Where<br /> + Than in the Mind Divine, wherein is kindled<br /> + The love that turns it, and the power it rains. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within a circle light and love embrace it,<br /> + Even as this doth the others, and that precinct<br /> + He who encircles it alone controls. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Its motion is not by another meted,<br /> + But all the others measured are by this,<br /> + As ten is by the half and by the fifth. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in what manner time in such a pot<br /> + May have its roots, and in the rest its leaves,<br /> + Now unto thee can manifest be made. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Covetousness, that mortals dost ingulf<br /> + Beneath thee so, that no one hath the power<br /> + Of drawing back his eyes from out thy waves! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Full fairly blossoms in mankind the will;<br /> + But the uninterrupted rain converts<br /> + Into abortive wildings the true plums. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Fidelity and innocence are found<br /> + Only in children; afterwards they both<br /> + Take flight or e’er the cheeks with down are covered. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One, while he prattles still, observes the fasts,<br /> + Who, when his tongue is loosed, forthwith devours<br /> + Whatever food under whatever moon; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Another, while he prattles, loves and listens<br /> + Unto his mother, who when speech is perfect<br /> + Forthwith desires to see her in her grave. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus is swarthy made the skin so white<br /> + In its first aspect of the daughter fair<br /> + Of him who brings the morn, and leaves the night. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou, that it may not be a marvel to thee,<br /> + Think that on earth there is no one who governs;<br /> + Whence goes astray the human family. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Ere January be unwintered wholly<br /> + By the centesimal on earth neglected,<br /> + Shall these supernal circles roar so loud +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The tempest that has been so long awaited<br /> + Shall whirl the poops about where are the prows;<br /> + So that the fleet shall run its course direct, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And the true fruit shall follow on the flower.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXVIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXVIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +After the truth against the present life<br /> + Of miserable mortals was unfolded<br /> + By her who doth imparadise my mind, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As in a looking-glass a taper’s flame<br /> + He sees who from behind is lighted by it,<br /> + Before he has it in his sight or thought, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And turns him round to see if so the glass<br /> + Tell him the truth, and sees that it accords<br /> + Therewith as doth a music with its metre, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In similar wise my memory recollecteth<br /> + That I did, looking into those fair eyes,<br /> + Of which Love made the springes to ensnare me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as I turned me round, and mine were touched<br /> + By that which is apparent in that volume,<br /> + Whenever on its gyre we gaze intent, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +A point beheld I, that was raying out<br /> + Light so acute, the sight which it enkindles<br /> + Must close perforce before such great acuteness. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And whatsoever star seems smallest here<br /> + Would seem to be a moon, if placed beside it.<br /> + As one star with another star is placed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Perhaps at such a distance as appears<br /> + A halo cincturing the light that paints it,<br /> + When densest is the vapour that sustains it, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus distant round the point a circle of fire<br /> + So swiftly whirled, that it would have surpassed<br /> + Whatever motion soonest girds the world; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this was by another circumcinct,<br /> + That by a third, the third then by a fourth,<br /> + By a fifth the fourth, and then by a sixth the fifth; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The seventh followed thereupon in width<br /> + So ample now, that Juno’s messenger<br /> + Entire would be too narrow to contain it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even so the eighth and ninth; and every one<br /> + More slowly moved, according as it was<br /> + In number distant farther from the first. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And that one had its flame most crystalline<br /> + From which less distant was the stainless spark,<br /> + I think because more with its truth imbued. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My Lady, who in my anxiety<br /> + Beheld me much perplexed, said: “From that point<br /> + Dependent is the heaven and nature all. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behold that circle most conjoined to it,<br /> + And know thou, that its motion is so swift<br /> + Through burning love whereby it is spurred on.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I to her: “If the world were arranged<br /> + In the order which I see in yonder wheels,<br /> + What’s set before me would have satisfied me; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But in the world of sense we can perceive<br /> + That evermore the circles are diviner<br /> + As they are from the centre more remote +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Wherefore if my desire is to be ended<br /> + In this miraculous and angelic temple,<br /> + That has for confines only love and light, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +To hear behoves me still how the example<br /> + And the exemplar go not in one fashion,<br /> + Since for myself in vain I contemplate it.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“If thine own fingers unto such a knot<br /> + Be insufficient, it is no great wonder,<br /> + So hard hath it become for want of trying.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My Lady thus; then said she: “Do thou take<br /> + What I shall tell thee, if thou wouldst be sated,<br /> + And exercise on that thy subtlety. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The circles corporal are wide and narrow<br /> + According to the more or less of virtue<br /> + Which is distributed through all their parts. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The greater goodness works the greater weal,<br /> + The greater weal the greater body holds,<br /> + If perfect equally are all its parts. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Therefore this one which sweeps along with it<br /> + The universe sublime, doth correspond<br /> + Unto the circle which most loves and knows. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On which account, if thou unto the virtue<br /> + Apply thy measure, not to the appearance<br /> + Of substances that unto thee seem round, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou wilt behold a marvellous agreement,<br /> + Of more to greater, and of less to smaller,<br /> + In every heaven, with its Intelligence.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as remaineth splendid and serene<br /> + The hemisphere of air, when Boreas<br /> + Is blowing from that cheek where he is mildest, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because is purified and resolved the rack<br /> + That erst disturbed it, till the welkin laughs<br /> + With all the beauties of its pageantry; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus did I likewise, after that my Lady<br /> + Had me provided with her clear response,<br /> + And like a star in heaven the truth was seen. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And soon as to a stop her words had come,<br /> + Not otherwise does iron scintillate<br /> + When molten, than those circles scintillated. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Their coruscation all the sparks repeated,<br /> + And they so many were, their number makes<br /> + More millions than the doubling of the chess. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I heard them sing hosanna choir by choir<br /> + To the fixed point which holds them at the ‘Ubi,’<br /> + And ever will, where they have ever been. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she, who saw the dubious meditations<br /> + Within my mind, “The primal circles,” said,<br /> + “Have shown thee Seraphim and Cherubim. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus rapidly they follow their own bonds,<br /> + To be as like the point as most they can,<br /> + And can as far as they are high in vision. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those other Loves, that round about them go,<br /> + Thrones of the countenance divine are called,<br /> + Because they terminate the primal Triad. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And thou shouldst know that they all have delight<br /> + As much as their own vision penetrates<br /> + The Truth, in which all intellect finds rest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From this it may be seen how blessedness<br /> + Is founded in the faculty which sees,<br /> + And not in that which loves, and follows next; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And of this seeing merit is the measure,<br /> + Which is brought forth by grace, and by good will;<br /> + Thus on from grade to grade doth it proceed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The second Triad, which is germinating<br /> + In such wise in this sempiternal spring,<br /> + That no nocturnal Aries despoils, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Perpetually hosanna warbles forth<br /> + With threefold melody, that sounds in three<br /> + Orders of joy, with which it is intrined. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The three Divine are in this hierarchy,<br /> + First the Dominions, and the Virtues next;<br /> + And the third order is that of the Powers. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then in the dances twain penultimate<br /> + The Principalities and Archangels wheel;<br /> + The last is wholly of angelic sports. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +These orders upward all of them are gazing,<br /> + And downward so prevail, that unto God<br /> + They all attracted are and all attract. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And Dionysius with so great desire<br /> + To contemplate these Orders set himself,<br /> + He named them and distinguished them as I do. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But Gregory afterwards dissented from him;<br /> + Wherefore, as soon as he unclosed his eyes<br /> + Within this heaven, he at himself did smile. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if so much of secret truth a mortal<br /> + Proffered on earth, I would not have thee marvel,<br /> + For he who saw it here revealed it to him, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With much more of the truth about these circles.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXIX"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXIX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +At what time both the children of Latona,<br /> + Surmounted by the Ram and by the Scales,<br /> + Together make a zone of the horizon, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As long as from the time the zenith holds them<br /> + In equipoise, till from that girdle both<br /> + Changing their hemisphere disturb the balance, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So long, her face depicted with a smile,<br /> + Did Beatrice keep silence while she gazed<br /> + Fixedly at the point which had o’ercome me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then she began: “I say, and I ask not<br /> + What thou dost wish to hear, for I have seen it<br /> + Where centres every When and every ‘Ubi.’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not to acquire some good unto himself,<br /> + Which is impossible, but that his splendour<br /> + In its resplendency may say, ‘Subsisto,’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In his eternity outside of time,<br /> + Outside all other limits, as it pleased him,<br /> + Into new Loves the Eternal Love unfolded. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor as if torpid did he lie before;<br /> + For neither after nor before proceeded<br /> + The going forth of God upon these waters. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Matter and Form unmingled and conjoined<br /> + Came into being that had no defect,<br /> + E’en as three arrows from a three-stringed bow. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as in glass, in amber, or in crystal<br /> + A sunbeam flashes so, that from its coming<br /> + To its full being is no interval, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So from its Lord did the triform effect<br /> + Ray forth into its being all together,<br /> + Without discrimination of beginning. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Order was con-created and constructed<br /> + In substances, and summit of the world<br /> + Were those wherein the pure act was produced. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Pure potentiality held the lowest part;<br /> + Midway bound potentiality with act<br /> + Such bond that it shall never be unbound. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Jerome has written unto you of angels<br /> + Created a long lapse of centuries<br /> + Or ever yet the other world was made; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But written is this truth in many places<br /> + By writers of the Holy Ghost, and thou<br /> + Shalt see it, if thou lookest well thereat. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even reason seeth it somewhat,<br /> + For it would not concede that for so long<br /> + Could be the motors without their perfection. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now dost thou know both where and when these Loves<br /> + Created were, and how; so that extinct<br /> + In thy desire already are three fires. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor could one reach, in counting, unto twenty<br /> + So swiftly, as a portion of these angels<br /> + Disturbed the subject of your elements. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The rest remained, and they began this art<br /> + Which thou discernest, with so great delight<br /> + That never from their circling do they cease. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The occasion of the fall was the accursed<br /> + Presumption of that One, whom thou hast seen<br /> + By all the burden of the world constrained. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those whom thou here beholdest modest were<br /> + To recognise themselves as of that goodness<br /> + Which made them apt for so much understanding; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On which account their vision was exalted<br /> + By the enlightening grace and their own merit,<br /> + So that they have a full and steadfast will. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I would not have thee doubt, but certain be,<br /> + ’Tis meritorious to receive this grace,<br /> + According as the affection opens to it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now round about in this consistory<br /> + Much mayst thou contemplate, if these my words<br /> + Be gathered up, without all further aid. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But since upon the earth, throughout your schools,<br /> + They teach that such is the angelic nature<br /> + That it doth hear, and recollect, and will, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +More will I say, that thou mayst see unmixed<br /> + The truth that is confounded there below,<br /> + Equivocating in such like prelections. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +These substances, since in God’s countenance<br /> + They jocund were, turned not away their sight<br /> + From that wherefrom not anything is hidden; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence they have not their vision intercepted<br /> + By object new, and hence they do not need<br /> + To recollect, through interrupted thought. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So that below, not sleeping, people dream,<br /> + Believing they speak truth, and not believing;<br /> + And in the last is greater sin and shame. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Below you do not journey by one path<br /> + Philosophising; so transporteth you<br /> + Love of appearance and the thought thereof. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even this above here is endured<br /> + With less disdain, than when is set aside<br /> + The Holy Writ, or when it is distorted. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +They think not there how much of blood it costs<br /> + To sow it in the world, and how he pleases<br /> + Who in humility keeps close to it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Each striveth for appearance, and doth make<br /> + His own inventions; and these treated are<br /> + By preachers, and the Evangel holds its peace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One sayeth that the moon did backward turn,<br /> + In the Passion of Christ, and interpose herself<br /> + So that the sunlight reached not down below; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And lies; for of its own accord the light<br /> + Hid itself; whence to Spaniards and to Indians,<br /> + As to the Jews, did such eclipse respond. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Florence has not so many Lapi and Bindi<br /> + As fables such as these, that every year<br /> + Are shouted from the pulpit back and forth, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In such wise that the lambs, who do not know,<br /> + Come back from pasture fed upon the wind,<br /> + And not to see the harm doth not excuse them. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Christ did not to his first disciples say,<br /> + ‘Go forth, and to the world preach idle tales,’<br /> + But unto them a true foundation gave; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this so loudly sounded from their lips,<br /> + That, in the warfare to enkindle Faith,<br /> + They made of the Evangel shields and lances. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now men go forth with jests and drolleries<br /> + To preach, and if but well the people laugh,<br /> + The hood puffs out, and nothing more is asked. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But in the cowl there nestles such a bird,<br /> + That, if the common people were to see it,<br /> + They would perceive what pardons they confide in, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For which so great on earth has grown the folly,<br /> + That, without proof of any testimony,<br /> + To each indulgence they would flock together. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +By this Saint Anthony his pig doth fatten,<br /> + And many others, who are worse than pigs,<br /> + Paying in money without mark of coinage. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But since we have digressed abundantly,<br /> + Turn back thine eyes forthwith to the right path,<br /> + So that the way be shortened with the time. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This nature doth so multiply itself<br /> + In numbers, that there never yet was speech<br /> + Nor mortal fancy that can go so far. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if thou notest that which is revealed<br /> + By Daniel, thou wilt see that in his thousands<br /> + Number determinate is kept concealed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The primal light, that all irradiates it,<br /> + By modes as many is received therein,<br /> + As are the splendours wherewith it is mated. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Hence, inasmuch as on the act conceptive<br /> + The affection followeth, of love the sweetness<br /> + Therein diversely fervid is or tepid. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The height behold now and the amplitude<br /> + Of the eternal power, since it hath made<br /> + Itself so many mirrors, where ’tis broken, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One in itself remaining as before.” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXX"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Perchance six thousand miles remote from us<br /> + Is glowing the sixth hour, and now this world<br /> + Inclines its shadow almost to a level, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +When the mid-heaven begins to make itself<br /> + So deep to us, that here and there a star<br /> + Ceases to shine so far down as this depth, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as advances bright exceedingly<br /> + The handmaid of the sun, the heaven is closed<br /> + Light after light to the most beautiful; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not otherwise the Triumph, which for ever<br /> + Plays round about the point that vanquished me,<br /> + Seeming enclosed by what itself encloses, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Little by little from my vision faded;<br /> + Whereat to turn mine eyes on Beatrice<br /> + My seeing nothing and my love constrained me. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If what has hitherto been said of her<br /> + Were all concluded in a single praise,<br /> + Scant would it be to serve the present turn. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not only does the beauty I beheld<br /> + Transcend ourselves, but truly I believe<br /> + Its Maker only may enjoy it all. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Vanquished do I confess me by this passage<br /> + More than by problem of his theme was ever<br /> + O’ercome the comic or the tragic poet; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For as the sun the sight that trembles most,<br /> + Even so the memory of that sweet smile<br /> + My mind depriveth of its very self. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From the first day that I beheld her face<br /> + In this life, to the moment of this look,<br /> + The sequence of my song has ne’er been severed; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But now perforce this sequence must desist<br /> + From following her beauty with my verse,<br /> + As every artist at his uttermost. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Such as I leave her to a greater fame<br /> + Than any of my trumpet, which is bringing<br /> + Its arduous matter to a final close, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With voice and gesture of a perfect leader<br /> + She recommenced: “We from the greatest body<br /> + Have issued to the heaven that is pure light; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Light intellectual replete with love,<br /> + Love of true good replete with ecstasy,<br /> + Ecstasy that transcendeth every sweetness. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here shalt thou see the one host and the other<br /> + Of Paradise, and one in the same aspects<br /> + Which at the final judgment thou shalt see.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a sudden lightning that disperses<br /> + The visual spirits, so that it deprives<br /> + The eye of impress from the strongest objects, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus round about me flashed a living light,<br /> + And left me swathed around with such a veil<br /> + Of its effulgence, that I nothing saw. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Ever the Love which quieteth this heaven<br /> + Welcomes into itself with such salute,<br /> + To make the candle ready for its flame.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +No sooner had within me these brief words<br /> + An entrance found, than I perceived myself<br /> + To be uplifted over my own power, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I with vision new rekindled me,<br /> + Such that no light whatever is so pure<br /> + But that mine eyes were fortified against it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And light I saw in fashion of a river<br /> + Fulvid with its effulgence, ’twixt two banks<br /> + Depicted with an admirable Spring. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Out of this river issued living sparks,<br /> + And on all sides sank down into the flowers,<br /> + Like unto rubies that are set in gold; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And then, as if inebriate with the odours,<br /> + They plunged again into the wondrous torrent,<br /> + And as one entered issued forth another. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The high desire, that now inflames and moves thee<br /> + To have intelligence of what thou seest,<br /> + Pleaseth me all the more, the more it swells. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But of this water it behoves thee drink<br /> + Before so great a thirst in thee be slaked.”<br /> + Thus said to me the sunshine of mine eyes; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And added: “The river and the topazes<br /> + Going in and out, and the laughing of the herbage,<br /> + Are of their truth foreshadowing prefaces; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not that these things are difficult in themselves,<br /> + But the deficiency is on thy side,<br /> + For yet thou hast not vision so exalted.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There is no babe that leaps so suddenly<br /> + With face towards the milk, if he awake<br /> + Much later than his usual custom is, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As I did, that I might make better mirrors<br /> + Still of mine eyes, down stooping to the wave<br /> + Which flows that we therein be better made. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even as the penthouse of mine eyelids<br /> + Drank of it, it forthwith appeared to me<br /> + Out of its length to be transformed to round. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then as a folk who have been under masks<br /> + Seem other than before, if they divest<br /> + The semblance not their own they disappeared in, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus into greater pomp were changed for me<br /> + The flowerets and the sparks, so that I saw<br /> + Both of the Courts of Heaven made manifest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O splendour of God! by means of which I saw<br /> + The lofty triumph of the realm veracious,<br /> + Give me the power to say how it I saw! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There is a light above, which visible<br /> + Makes the Creator unto every creature,<br /> + Who only in beholding Him has peace, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And it expands itself in circular form<br /> + To such extent, that its circumference<br /> + Would be too large a girdle for the sun. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The semblance of it is all made of rays<br /> + Reflected from the top of Primal Motion,<br /> + Which takes therefrom vitality and power. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as a hill in water at its base<br /> + Mirrors itself, as if to see its beauty<br /> + When affluent most in verdure and in flowers, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So, ranged aloft all round about the light,<br /> + Mirrored I saw in more ranks than a thousand<br /> + All who above there have from us returned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if the lowest row collect within it<br /> + So great a light, how vast the amplitude<br /> + Is of this Rose in its extremest leaves! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My vision in the vastness and the height<br /> + Lost not itself, but comprehended all<br /> + The quantity and quality of that gladness. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +There near and far nor add nor take away;<br /> + For there where God immediately doth govern,<br /> + The natural law in naught is relevant. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Into the yellow of the Rose Eternal<br /> + That spreads, and multiplies, and breathes an odour<br /> + Of praise unto the ever-vernal Sun, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As one who silent is and fain would speak,<br /> + Me Beatrice drew on, and said: “Behold<br /> + Of the white stoles how vast the convent is! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behold how vast the circuit of our city!<br /> + Behold our seats so filled to overflowing,<br /> + That here henceforward are few people wanting! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On that great throne whereon thine eyes are fixed<br /> + For the crown’s sake already placed upon it,<br /> + Before thou suppest at this wedding feast +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Shall sit the soul (that is to be Augustus<br /> + On earth) of noble Henry, who shall come<br /> + To redress Italy ere she be ready. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Blind covetousness, that casts its spell upon you,<br /> + Has made you like unto the little child,<br /> + Who dies of hunger and drives off the nurse. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And in the sacred forum then shall be<br /> + A Prefect such, that openly or covert<br /> + On the same road he will not walk with him. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But long of God he will not be endured<br /> + In holy office; he shall be thrust down<br /> + Where Simon Magus is for his deserts, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And make him of Alagna lower go!” +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXXI"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXXI</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +In fashion then as of a snow-white rose<br /> + Displayed itself to me the saintly host,<br /> + Whom Christ in his own blood had made his bride, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But the other host, that flying sees and sings<br /> + The glory of Him who doth enamour it,<br /> + And the goodness that created it so noble, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as a swarm of bees, that sinks in flowers<br /> + One moment, and the next returns again<br /> + To where its labour is to sweetness turned, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Sank into the great flower, that is adorned<br /> + With leaves so many, and thence reascended<br /> + To where its love abideth evermore. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Their faces had they all of living flame,<br /> + And wings of gold, and all the rest so white<br /> + No snow unto that limit doth attain. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From bench to bench, into the flower descending,<br /> + They carried something of the peace and ardour<br /> + Which by the fanning of their flanks they won. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Nor did the interposing ’twixt the flower<br /> + And what was o’er it of such plenitude<br /> + Of flying shapes impede the sight and splendour; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because the light divine so penetrates<br /> + The universe, according to its merit,<br /> + That naught can be an obstacle against it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +This realm secure and full of gladsomeness,<br /> + Crowded with ancient people and with modern,<br /> + Unto one mark had all its look and love. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Trinal Light, that in a single star<br /> + Sparkling upon their sight so satisfies them,<br /> + Look down upon our tempest here below! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +If the barbarians, coming from some region<br /> + That every day by Helice is covered,<br /> + Revolving with her son whom she delights in, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beholding Rome and all her noble works,<br /> + Were wonder-struck, what time the Lateran<br /> + Above all mortal things was eminent,— +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I who to the divine had from the human,<br /> + From time unto eternity, had come,<br /> + From Florence to a people just and sane, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +With what amazement must I have been filled!<br /> + Truly between this and the joy, it was<br /> + My pleasure not to hear, and to be mute. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as a pilgrim who delighteth him<br /> + In gazing round the temple of his vow,<br /> + And hopes some day to retell how it was, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So through the living light my way pursuing<br /> + Directed I mine eyes o’er all the ranks,<br /> + Now up, now down, and now all round about. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Faces I saw of charity persuasive,<br /> + Embellished by His light and their own smile,<br /> + And attitudes adorned with every grace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The general form of Paradise already<br /> + My glance had comprehended as a whole,<br /> + In no part hitherto remaining fixed, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And round I turned me with rekindled wish<br /> + My Lady to interrogate of things<br /> + Concerning which my mind was in suspense. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One thing I meant, another answered me;<br /> + I thought I should see Beatrice, and saw<br /> + An Old Man habited like the glorious people. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O’erflowing was he in his eyes and cheeks<br /> + With joy benign, in attitude of pity<br /> + As to a tender father is becoming. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And “She, where is she?” instantly I said;<br /> + Whence he: “To put an end to thy desire,<br /> + Me Beatrice hath sent from mine own place. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if thou lookest up to the third round<br /> + Of the first rank, again shalt thou behold her<br /> + Upon the throne her merits have assigned her.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Without reply I lifted up mine eyes,<br /> + And saw her, as she made herself a crown<br /> + Reflecting from herself the eternal rays. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not from that region which the highest thunders<br /> + Is any mortal eye so far removed,<br /> + In whatsoever sea it deepest sinks, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As there from Beatrice my sight; but this<br /> + Was nothing unto me; because her image<br /> + Descended not to me by medium blurred. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O Lady, thou in whom my hope is strong,<br /> + And who for my salvation didst endure<br /> + In Hell to leave the imprint of thy feet, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Of whatsoever things I have beheld,<br /> + As coming from thy power and from thy goodness<br /> + I recognise the virtue and the grace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou from a slave hast brought me unto freedom,<br /> + By all those ways, by all the expedients,<br /> + Whereby thou hadst the power of doing it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Preserve towards me thy magnificence,<br /> + So that this soul of mine, which thou hast healed,<br /> + Pleasing to thee be loosened from the body.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus I implored; and she, so far away,<br /> + Smiled, as it seemed, and looked once more at me;<br /> + Then unto the eternal fountain turned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And said the Old Man holy: “That thou mayst<br /> + Accomplish perfectly thy journeying,<br /> + Whereunto prayer and holy love have sent me, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Fly with thine eyes all round about this garden;<br /> + For seeing it will discipline thy sight<br /> + Farther to mount along the ray divine. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And she, the Queen of Heaven, for whom I burn<br /> + Wholly with love, will grant us every grace,<br /> + Because that I her faithful Bernard am.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As he who peradventure from Croatia<br /> + Cometh to gaze at our Veronica,<br /> + Who through its ancient fame is never sated, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But says in thought, the while it is displayed,<br /> + “My Lord, Christ Jesus, God of very God,<br /> + Now was your semblance made like unto this?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even such was I while gazing at the living<br /> + Charity of the man, who in this world<br /> + By contemplation tasted of that peace. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Thou son of grace, this jocund life,” began he,<br /> + “Will not be known to thee by keeping ever<br /> + Thine eyes below here on the lowest place; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But mark the circles to the most remote,<br /> + Until thou shalt behold enthroned the Queen<br /> + To whom this realm is subject and devoted.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I lifted up mine eyes, and as at morn<br /> + The oriental part of the horizon<br /> + Surpasses that wherein the sun goes down, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus, as if going with mine eyes from vale<br /> + To mount, I saw a part in the remoteness<br /> + Surpass in splendour all the other front. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And even as there where we await the pole<br /> + That Phaeton drove badly, blazes more<br /> + The light, and is on either side diminished, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So likewise that pacific oriflamme<br /> + Gleamed brightest in the centre, and each side<br /> + In equal measure did the flame abate. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And at that centre, with their wings expanded,<br /> + More than a thousand jubilant Angels saw I,<br /> + Each differing in effulgence and in kind. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I saw there at their sports and at their songs<br /> + A beauty smiling, which the gladness was<br /> + Within the eyes of all the other saints; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And if I had in speaking as much wealth<br /> + As in imagining, I should not dare<br /> + To attempt the smallest part of its delight. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Bernard, as soon as he beheld mine eyes<br /> + Fixed and intent upon its fervid fervour,<br /> + His own with such affection turned to her +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That it made mine more ardent to behold. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXXII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXXII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +Absorbed in his delight, that contemplator<br /> + Assumed the willing office of a teacher,<br /> + And gave beginning to these holy words: +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“The wound that Mary closed up and anointed,<br /> + She at her feet who is so beautiful,<br /> + She is the one who opened it and pierced it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within that order which the third seats make<br /> + Is seated Rachel, lower than the other,<br /> + With Beatrice, in manner as thou seest. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Sarah, Rebecca, Judith, and her who was<br /> + Ancestress of the Singer, who for dole<br /> + Of the misdeed said, ‘Miserere mei,’ +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Canst thou behold from seat to seat descending<br /> + Down in gradation, as with each one’s name<br /> + I through the Rose go down from leaf to leaf. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And downward from the seventh row, even as<br /> + Above the same, succeed the Hebrew women,<br /> + Dividing all the tresses of the flower; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because, according to the view which Faith<br /> + In Christ had taken, these are the partition<br /> + By which the sacred stairways are divided. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upon this side, where perfect is the flower<br /> + With each one of its petals, seated are<br /> + Those who believed in Christ who was to come. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upon the other side, where intersected<br /> + With vacant spaces are the semicircles,<br /> + Are those who looked to Christ already come. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And as, upon this side, the glorious seat<br /> + Of the Lady of Heaven, and the other seats<br /> + Below it, such a great division make, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +So opposite doth that of the great John,<br /> + Who, ever holy, desert and martyrdom<br /> + Endured, and afterwards two years in Hell. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And under him thus to divide were chosen<br /> + Francis, and Benedict, and Augustine,<br /> + And down to us the rest from round to round. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Behold now the high providence divine;<br /> + For one and other aspect of the Faith<br /> + In equal measure shall this garden fill. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And know that downward from that rank which cleaves<br /> + Midway the sequence of the two divisions,<br /> + Not by their proper merit are they seated; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But by another’s under fixed conditions;<br /> + For these are spirits one and all assoiled<br /> + Before they any true election had. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Well canst thou recognise it in their faces,<br /> + And also in their voices puerile,<br /> + If thou regard them well and hearken to them. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now doubtest thou, and doubting thou art silent;<br /> + But I will loosen for thee the strong bond<br /> + In which thy subtile fancies hold thee fast. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within the amplitude of this domain<br /> + No casual point can possibly find place,<br /> + No more than sadness can, or thirst, or hunger; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For by eternal law has been established<br /> + Whatever thou beholdest, so that closely<br /> + The ring is fitted to the finger here. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And therefore are these people, festinate<br /> + Unto true life, not ‘sine causa’ here<br /> + More and less excellent among themselves. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The King, by means of whom this realm reposes<br /> + In so great love and in so great delight<br /> + That no will ventureth to ask for more, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In his own joyous aspect every mind<br /> + Creating, at his pleasure dowers with grace<br /> + Diversely; and let here the effect suffice. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And this is clearly and expressly noted<br /> + For you in Holy Scripture, in those twins<br /> + Who in their mother had their anger roused. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +According to the colour of the hair,<br /> + Therefore, with such a grace the light supreme<br /> + Consenteth that they worthily be crowned. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Without, then, any merit of their deeds,<br /> + Stationed are they in different gradations,<br /> + Differing only in their first acuteness. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +’Tis true that in the early centuries,<br /> + With innocence, to work out their salvation<br /> + Sufficient was the faith of parents only. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +After the earlier ages were completed,<br /> + Behoved it that the males by circumcision<br /> + Unto their innocent wings should virtue add; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But after that the time of grace had come<br /> + Without the baptism absolute of Christ,<br /> + Such innocence below there was retained. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Look now into the face that unto Christ<br /> + Hath most resemblance; for its brightness only<br /> + Is able to prepare thee to see Christ.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +On her did I behold so great a gladness<br /> + Rain down, borne onward in the holy minds<br /> + Created through that altitude to fly, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That whatsoever I had seen before<br /> + Did not suspend me in such admiration,<br /> + Nor show me such similitude of God. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And the same Love that first descended there,<br /> + “Ave Maria, gratia plena,” singing,<br /> + In front of her his wings expanded wide. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Unto the canticle divine responded<br /> + From every part the court beatified,<br /> + So that each sight became serener for it. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +“O holy father, who for me endurest<br /> + To be below here, leaving the sweet place<br /> + In which thou sittest by eternal lot, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Who is the Angel that with so much joy<br /> + Into the eyes is looking of our Queen,<br /> + Enamoured so that he seems made of fire?” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thus I again recourse had to the teaching<br /> + Of that one who delighted him in Mary<br /> + As doth the star of morning in the sun. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he to me: “Such gallantry and grace<br /> + As there can be in Angel and in soul,<br /> + All is in him; and thus we fain would have it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because he is the one who bore the palm<br /> + Down unto Mary, when the Son of God<br /> + To take our burden on himself decreed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But now come onward with thine eyes, as I<br /> + Speaking shall go, and note the great patricians<br /> + Of this most just and merciful of empires. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Those two that sit above there most enrapture<br /> + As being very near unto Augusta,<br /> + Are as it were the two roots of this Rose. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +He who upon the left is near her placed<br /> + The father is, by whose audacious taste<br /> + The human species so much bitter tastes. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Upon the right thou seest that ancient father<br /> + Of Holy Church, into whose keeping Christ<br /> + The keys committed of this lovely flower. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he who all the evil days beheld,<br /> + Before his death, of her the beauteous bride<br /> + Who with the spear and with the nails was won, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Beside him sits, and by the other rests<br /> + That leader under whom on manna lived<br /> + The people ingrate, fickle, and stiff-necked. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Opposite Peter seest thou Anna seated,<br /> + So well content to look upon her daughter,<br /> + Her eyes she moves not while she sings Hosanna. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And opposite the eldest household father<br /> + Lucia sits, she who thy Lady moved<br /> + When to rush downward thou didst bend thy brows. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But since the moments of thy vision fly,<br /> + Here will we make full stop, as a good tailor<br /> + Who makes the gown according to his cloth, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And unto the first Love will turn our eyes,<br /> + That looking upon Him thou penetrate<br /> + As far as possible through his effulgence. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Truly, lest peradventure thou recede,<br /> + Moving thy wings believing to advance,<br /> + By prayer behoves it that grace be obtained; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Grace from that one who has the power to aid thee;<br /> + And thou shalt follow me with thy affection<br /> + That from my words thy heart turn not aside.” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And he began this holy orison. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="CantoIII.XXXIII"></a>Paradiso: Canto XXXIII</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +“Thou Virgin Mother, daughter of thy Son,<br /> + Humble and high beyond all other creature,<br /> + The limit fixed of the eternal counsel, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Thou art the one who such nobility<br /> + To human nature gave, that its Creator<br /> + Did not disdain to make himself its creature. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within thy womb rekindled was the love,<br /> + By heat of which in the eternal peace<br /> + After such wise this flower has germinated. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here unto us thou art a noonday torch<br /> + Of charity, and below there among mortals<br /> + Thou art the living fountain-head of hope. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Lady, thou art so great, and so prevailing,<br /> + That he who wishes grace, nor runs to thee,<br /> + His aspirations without wings would fly. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not only thy benignity gives succour<br /> + To him who asketh it, but oftentimes<br /> + Forerunneth of its own accord the asking. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In thee compassion is, in thee is pity,<br /> + In thee magnificence; in thee unites<br /> + Whate’er of goodness is in any creature. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Now doth this man, who from the lowest depth<br /> + Of the universe as far as here has seen<br /> + One after one the spiritual lives, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Supplicate thee through grace for so much power<br /> + That with his eyes he may uplift himself<br /> + Higher towards the uttermost salvation. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I, who never burned for my own seeing<br /> + More than I do for his, all of my prayers<br /> + Proffer to thee, and pray they come not short, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That thou wouldst scatter from him every cloud<br /> + Of his mortality so with thy prayers,<br /> + That the Chief Pleasure be to him displayed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Still farther do I pray thee, Queen, who canst<br /> + Whate’er thou wilt, that sound thou mayst preserve<br /> + After so great a vision his affections. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Let thy protection conquer human movements;<br /> + See Beatrice and all the blessed ones<br /> + My prayers to second clasp their hands to thee!” +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The eyes beloved and revered of God,<br /> + Fastened upon the speaker, showed to us<br /> + How grateful unto her are prayers devout; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Then unto the Eternal Light they turned,<br /> + On which it is not credible could be<br /> + By any creature bent an eye so clear. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I, who to the end of all desires<br /> + Was now approaching, even as I ought<br /> + The ardour of desire within me ended. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Bernard was beckoning unto me, and smiling,<br /> + That I should upward look; but I already<br /> + Was of my own accord such as he wished; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because my sight, becoming purified,<br /> + Was entering more and more into the ray<br /> + Of the High Light which of itself is true. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +From that time forward what I saw was greater<br /> + Than our discourse, that to such vision yields,<br /> + And yields the memory unto such excess. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even as he is who seeth in a dream,<br /> + And after dreaming the imprinted passion<br /> + Remains, and to his mind the rest returns not, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even such am I, for almost utterly<br /> + Ceases my vision, and distilleth yet<br /> + Within my heart the sweetness born of it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even thus the snow is in the sun unsealed,<br /> + Even thus upon the wind in the light leaves<br /> + Were the soothsayings of the Sibyl lost. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Light Supreme, that dost so far uplift thee<br /> + From the conceits of mortals, to my mind<br /> + Of what thou didst appear re-lend a little, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And make my tongue of so great puissance,<br /> + That but a single sparkle of thy glory<br /> + It may bequeath unto the future people; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +For by returning to my memory somewhat,<br /> + And by a little sounding in these verses,<br /> + More of thy victory shall be conceived! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I think the keenness of the living ray<br /> + Which I endured would have bewildered me,<br /> + If but mine eyes had been averted from it; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And I remember that I was more bold<br /> + On this account to bear, so that I joined<br /> + My aspect with the Glory Infinite. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O grace abundant, by which I presumed<br /> + To fix my sight upon the Light Eternal,<br /> + So that the seeing I consumed therein! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +I saw that in its depth far down is lying<br /> + Bound up with love together in one volume,<br /> + What through the universe in leaves is scattered; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Substance, and accident, and their operations,<br /> + All interfused together in such wise<br /> + That what I speak of is one simple light. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The universal fashion of this knot<br /> + Methinks I saw, since more abundantly<br /> + In saying this I feel that I rejoice. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +One moment is more lethargy to me,<br /> + Than five and twenty centuries to the emprise<br /> + That startled Neptune with the shade of Argo! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +My mind in this wise wholly in suspense,<br /> + Steadfast, immovable, attentive gazed,<br /> + And evermore with gazing grew enkindled. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +In presence of that light one such becomes,<br /> + That to withdraw therefrom for other prospect<br /> + It is impossible he e’er consent; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Because the good, which object is of will,<br /> + Is gathered all in this, and out of it<br /> + That is defective which is perfect there. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Shorter henceforward will my language fall<br /> + Of what I yet remember, than an infant’s<br /> + Who still his tongue doth moisten at the breast. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Not because more than one unmingled semblance<br /> + Was in the living light on which I looked,<br /> + For it is always what it was before; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But through the sight, that fortified itself<br /> + In me by looking, one appearance only<br /> + To me was ever changing as I changed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within the deep and luminous subsistence<br /> + Of the High Light appeared to me three circles,<br /> + Of threefold colour and of one dimension, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +And by the second seemed the first reflected<br /> + As Iris is by Iris, and the third<br /> + Seemed fire that equally from both is breathed. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O how all speech is feeble and falls short<br /> + Of my conceit, and this to what I saw<br /> + Is such, ’tis not enough to call it little! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest,<br /> + Sole knowest thyself, and, known unto thyself<br /> + And knowing, lovest and smilest on thyself! +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +That circulation, which being thus conceived<br /> + Appeared in thee as a reflected light,<br /> + When somewhat contemplated by mine eyes, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Within itself, of its own very colour<br /> + Seemed to me painted with our effigy,<br /> + Wherefore my sight was all absorbed therein. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +As the geometrician, who endeavours<br /> + To square the circle, and discovers not,<br /> + By taking thought, the principle he wants, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Even such was I at that new apparition;<br /> + I wished to see how the image to the circle<br /> + Conformed itself, and how it there finds place; +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +But my own wings were not enough for this,<br /> + Had it not been that then my mind there smote<br /> + A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:<br /> + But now was turning my desire and will,<br /> + Even as a wheel that equally is moved, +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +The Love which moves the sun and the other stars. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<h2><a name="appendix"></a>APPENDIX</h2> + +<p class="noindent"> +SIX SONNETS ON DANTE’S DIVINE COMEDY BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW<br /> +(1807-1882) +</p> + +<h3>I</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +Oft have I seen at some cathedral door<br /> + A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,<br /> + Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet<br /> + Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor<br /> +Kneel to repeat his paternoster o’er;<br /> + Far off the noises of the world retreat;<br /> + The loud vociferations of the street<br /> + Become an undistinguishable roar.<br /> +So, as I enter here from day to day,<br /> + And leave my burden at this minster gate,<br /> + Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray,<br /> +The tumult of the time disconsolate<br /> + To inarticulate murmurs dies away,<br /> + While the eternal ages watch and wait. +</p> + +<h3>II</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers!<br /> + This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves<br /> + Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves<br /> + Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers,<br /> +And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers!<br /> + But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves<br /> + Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves,<br /> + And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers!<br /> +Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain,<br /> + What exultations trampling on despair,<br /> + What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong,<br /> +What passionate outcry of a soul in pain,<br /> + Uprose this poem of the earth and air,<br /> + This mediaeval miracle of song! +</p> + +<h3>III</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +I enter, and I see thee in the gloom<br /> + Of the long aisles, O poet saturnine!<br /> + And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine.<br /> + The air is filled with some unknown perfume;<br /> +The congregation of the dead make room<br /> + For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine;<br /> + Like rooks that haunt Ravenna’s groves of pine,<br /> + The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb.<br /> +From the confessionals I hear arise<br /> + Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies,<br /> + And lamentations from the crypts below<br /> +And then a voice celestial that begins<br /> + With the pathetic words, “Although your sins<br /> + As scarlet be,” and ends with “as the snow.” +</p> + +<h3>IV</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +With snow-white veil, and garments as of flame,<br /> + She stands before thee, who so long ago<br /> + Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe<br /> + From which thy song in all its splendors came;<br /> +And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name,<br /> + The ice about thy heart melts as the snow<br /> + On mountain heights, and in swift overflow<br /> + Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.<br /> +Thou makest full confession; and a gleam<br /> + As of the dawn on some dark forest cast,<br /> + Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase;<br /> +Lethe and Eunoe—the remembered dream<br /> + And the forgotten sorrow—bring at last<br /> + That perfect pardon which is perfect peace. +</p> + +<h3>V</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +I Lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze<br /> + With forms of saints and holy men who died,<br /> + Here martyred and hereafter glorified;<br /> + And the great Rose upon its leaves displays<br /> +Christ’s Triumph, and the angelic roundelays,<br /> + With splendor upon splendor multiplied;<br /> + And Beatrice again at Dante’s side<br /> + No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.<br /> +And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs<br /> + Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love<br /> + And benedictions of the Holy Ghost;<br /> +And the melodious bells among the spires<br /> + O’er all the house-tops and through heaven above<br /> + Proclaim the elevation of the Host! +</p> + +<h3>VI</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +O star of morning and of liberty!<br /> + O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines<br /> + Above the darkness of the Apennines,<br /> + Forerunner of the day that is to be!<br /> +The voices of the city and the sea,<br /> + The voices of the mountains and the pines,<br /> + Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines<br /> + Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!<br /> +Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights,<br /> + Through all the nations; and a sound is heard,<br /> + As of a mighty wind, and men devout,<br /> +Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes,<br /> + In their own language hear thy wondrous word,<br /> + And many are amazed and many doubt. +</p> + +</div><!--end chapter--> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1003 ***</div> +</body> + +</html> |