Even as sometimes here do we behold The affection in the look, if it be such To which I turned, I recognized therein And it began: "In this fifth resting-place Upon the tree that liveth by its summit, Are blessed spirits that below, ere yet They came to Heaven, were of such great renown Therefore look thou upon the cross's horns; He whom I now shall name will there enact By naming Joshua, (even as he did it,) Two of them my regard attentive followed And the Duke Godfrey, did attract my sight Then, moved and mingled with the other lights, The soul that had addressed me showed how great To my right side I turned myself around, So full of pleasure, that her countenance A man in doing good from day to day So I became aware that my gyration With heaven together had increased its arc, Such was it in mine eyes, when I had turned, The sparkling of the love which was therein And even as birds uprisen from the shore, 20 Make squadrons of themselves, now round, now long, 75 So from within those lights the holy creatures Sang flying to and fro, and in their figures O divine Pegasea, thou who genius Dost glorious make, and render it long-lived, And this through thee the cities and the kingdoms, Illume me with thyself, that I may bring Their figures out as I have them conceived! First verb and noun of all that was depicted; Remained they so arranged, that Jupiter The summit of the M, and pause there singing Then, as in striking upon burning logs Upward there fly innumerable sparks, More than a thousand lights seemed thence to rise, And, each one being quiet in its place, The head and neck beheld I of an eagle He who there paints has none to be his guide; But Himself guides; and is from Him remembered 80 83 go & 95 100 105 120 The other beatitude, that contented seemed By a slight motion followed out the imprint. Did demonstrate to me, that all our justice Effect is of that heaven which thou ingemmest! Wherefore I pray the Mind, in which begin Thy motion and thy virtue, to regard Whence comes the smoke that vitiates thy rays; So that a second time it now be wroth With buying and with selling in the temple Whose walls were built with signs and martyrdoms! Implore for those who are upon the earth That Peter and that Paul, who for this vineyard Is unto him who willed to live alone, And for a dance was led to martyrdom, That I know not the Fisherman nor Paul." CANTO XIX. APPEARED before me with its wings outspread Appeared a little ruby each, wherein Ray of the sun was burning so enkindled And what it now behoves me to retrace Nor voice has e'er reported, nor ink written, For speak I saw, and likewise heard, the beak, IC And upon earth I left my memory Such, that the evil-minded people there Make itself felt, even as from many loves Make me perceive your odours manifold, Which a long season has in hunger held me, You know how I attentively address me To listen; and you know what is the doubt Even as a falcon, issuing from his hood, Doth move his head, and with his wings applaud him, 35 Saw I become that standard, which of lauds With such songs as he knows who there rejoices. Then it began: "He who a compass turned 40 On the world's outer verge, and who within it Could not the impress of his power so make And this makes certain that the first proud being, And hence appears it, that each minor nature In consequence our vision, which perforce Must be some ray of that intelligence That it shall not its origin discern The power of vision that your world receives, Which, though it see the bottom near the shore, Upon the deep perceives it not, and yet 'Tis there, but it is hidden by the depth. There is no light but comes from the serene That never is o'ercast, nay, it is darkness Or shadow of the flesh, or else its poison. Amply to thee is opened now the cavern Which has concealed from thee the living justice Of which thou mad'st such frequent questioning. For saidst thou: 'Born a man is on the shore Of Indus, and is none who there can speak Of Christ, nor who can read, nor who can write ; Are good, so far as human reason sees, He dieth unbaptised and without faith; Where is this justice that condemneth him? Where is his fault, if he do not believe?' Now who art thou, that on the bench wouldst sit In judgment at a thousand miles away, With the short vision of a single span ? Truly to him who with me subtilizes, If so the Scripture were not over you, For doubting there were marvellous occasion. O animals terrene, O stolid minds, The primal will, that in itself is good, Ne'er from itself, the Good Supreme, has moved. So much is just as is accordant with it; No good created draws it to itself, The stork when she has fed her little ones, Becarne the blessed image, which its wings Circling around it sang, and said: My notes to thee, who dost not comprehend them, Those lucent splendours of the Holy Spirit Grew quiet then, but still within the standard ft recommenced: "Unto this kingdom never |