Would recognize how grateful was to me By counterpoising one side with the other. Revolving, bears the name of its dear leader, The rooks together at the break of day Others come back to where they started from, Within the sparkling that together came, As soon as on a certain step it struck, And that which nearest unto us remained Became so clear, that in my thought I said, "Well I perceive the love thou showest me; But she, from whom I wait the how and when Of speech and silence, standeth still; whence I She thereupon, who saw my silentress In the sight of Him who seeth everything, Said unto me, "Let loose thy warm desire." And I began: "No merit of my own Renders me worthy of response from thee; But for her sake who granteth me the asking, Thou blessed life that dost remain concealed In thy beatitude, make known to me 'The cause which draweth thee so near my side; And tell me why is silent in this wheel The dulcet symphony of Paradise, That through the rest below sounds so devoutly." "Thou hast thy hearing mortal as thy sight," It answer made to me; "they sing not here, Thus far adown the holy stairway's steps Have I descended but to give thee welcome Nor did more love cause me to be more ready, But the high charity, that makes us servants 66 Prompt to the counsel which controls the world, How love unfettered in this court sufficeth Than of its middle made the light a centre, Piercing through this in which I am embosomed, Lifts me above myself so far, I see The supreme essence from which this is drawn. That seraph which his eye on God most fixes, Because so deeply sinks in the abyss Of the eternal statute what thou askest, And to the mortal world, when thou returnest, The mind, that shineth here, on earth doth smoke; That which it cannot though the heaven assume it ?" Such limit did its words prescribe to me, The question I relinquished, and restricted Myself to ask it humbly who it was. "Between two shores of Italy rise cliffs, And not far distant from thy native place, So high, the thunders far below them sound, And form a ridge that Catria is called, 'Neath which is consecrate a hermitage Wont to be dedicate to worship only." Thus unto me the third speech recommenced, Lightly I passed away the heats and frosts, And Peter the Sinner was I in the house Little of mortal life remained to me, When I was called and dragged forth to the hat Came Cephas, and the mighty Vessel came Of the Holy Spirit, meagre and barefooted, Now some one to support them on each side The modern shepherds need, and some to lead them, They cover up their palfreys with their cloaks, At this voice saw I many little flames From step to step descending and revolving, Round about this one came they and stood still, CANTO XXII. OPPRESSED with stupor, I unto my guide Turned like a little child who always runs For refuge there where he confideth most; And she, even as a mother who straightway Gives comfort to her pale and breathless boy With voice whose wont it is to reassure him, Said to me: "Knowest thou not thou art in heaven, And knowest thou not that heaven is holy all, And what is done here cometh from good zeal ? 130 $35 140 After what wise the singing would have changed thee Already would be known to thee the vengeance The sword above here smiteth not in haste Nor tardily, howe'er it seem to him For very illustrious spirits shalt thou see, I stood as one who in himself represses The point of his desire, and ventures not And now the largest and most luculent Among those pearls came forward, that it might Within it then I heard: "If thou couldst see To the high end, I will make answer even And I am he who first up thither bore 25 30 35 40 The name of Him who brought upon the earth And such abundant grace upon me shone That all the neighbouring towns I drew away From the impious worship that seduced the world. 45 These other fires, each one of them, weie men Which maketh holy flowers and fruits spring up. Here are my brethren, who within the cloisters Speaking with me, and the good countenance 52 In me have so my confidence dilated As the sun doth the rose, when it becomes If I may so much grace receive, that I In the remotest sphere shall be fulfilled, Is every part where it has always been; And unto it ir stairway reaches up, Extending its supernal part, what time So thronged with angels it appeared to him. But to ascend it now no one uplifts His feet from off the earth, and now my Rule The walls that used of old to be an Abbey Are changed to dens of robbers, and the cowls But heavy usury is not taken up So much against God's pleasure as that fruit That good beginnings down below suffice not Peter began with neither gold nor silver, And I with orison and abstinence, And if thou lookest at each one's beginning, Thou shalt behold the white changed into brown. In verity the Jordan backward turned, And the sea's fleeing, when God willed, were more Thus unto me he said; and then withdrew To his own band, and the band closed together; |