Where our desire did dwell: and round thee so, Lady of Heaven! will hover; long as thou Thy Son shalt follow, and diviner joy
Shall from thy presence gild the highest sphere." Such close was to the circling melody:
And, as it ended, all the other lights
Took up the strain, and echoed Mary's name.
The robe, that with its regal folds enwraps The world, and with the nearer breath of God Doth burn and quiver, held so far retired Its inner hem and skirting over us, That yet no glimmer of its majesty
Had stream'd unto me: therefore were mine eyes Unequal to pursue the crowned flame,13
That towering rose, and sought the seed" it bore. And like to babe, that stretches forth its arms For very eagerness toward the breast, After the milk is taken; so outstretch'd Their wavy summits all the fervent band, Through zealous love to Mary: then, in view, There halted; and "Regina Cœli "15 sang So sweetly, the delight hath left me never. Oh! what o'erflowing plenty is up-piled In those rich-laden coffers,16 which below
Sow'd the good seed, whose harvest now they keep. Here are the treasures tasted, that with tears Were in the Babylonian exile" won,
When gold had fail'd them. Here, in synod high Of ancient council with the new convened, Under the Son of Mary and of God, Victorious he 18 his mighty triumph holds, To whom the keys of glory were assign'd.
ARGUMENT.-St. Peter examines Dante touching Faith, and is contented with his answers.
YE! in chosen fellowship advanced
To the great supper of the blessed Lamb,
Whereon who feeds hath every wish fulfill'd; If to this man through God's grace be vouchsafed Foretaste of that, which from your table falls, Or ever death his fated term prescribe; Be ye not heedless of his urgent will: But may some influence of your sacred dews Sprinkle him. Of the fount ye alway drink, Whence flows what most he craves." Beatrice spake; And the rejoicing spirits, like to spheres On firm-set poles revolving, trail'd a blaze Of comet splendour: and as wheels, that wind Their circles in the horologe, so work
The stated rounds, that to the observant eye The first seems still, and as it flew, the last; E'en thus their carols weaving variously, They, by the measure paced, or swift, or slow, Made me to rate the riches of their joy.
From that, which I did note in beauty most Excelling, saw I issue forth a flame
So bright, as none was left more goodly there. Round Beatrice thrice it wheel'd about,
With so divine a song, that fancy's ear Records it not; and the pen passeth on,
And leaves a blank: for that our mortal speech, Nor e'en the inward shaping of the brain,
Hath colours fine enough to trace such folds.
O saintly sister mine! thy prayer devout Is with so vehement affection urged,
Thou dost unbind me from that beauteous sphere." Such were the accents towards my lady breathed From that blest ardour, soon as it was stay'd; To whom she thus: "O everlasting light Of him, within whose mighty grasp our Lord
Did leave the keys, which of this wondrous bliss He bare below! tent this man as thou wilt, With lighter probe or deep, touching the faith, By the which thou didst on the billows walk. If he in love, in hope, and in belief,
Be stedfast, is not hid from thee: for thou Hast there thy ken, where all things are beheld In liveliest portraiture. But since true faith Has peopled this fair realm with citizens; Meet is, that to exalt its glory more,
Thou, in his audience, shouldst thereof discourse." Like to the bachelor, who arms himself, And speaks not, till the master have proposed The question, to approve, and not to end it; So I, in silence, arm'd me, while she spake, Summoning up each argument to aid; As was behoveful for such questioner,
And such profession: "As good Christian ought, Declare thee, what is faith?" Whereat I raised My forehead to the light, whence this had breathed; Then turn'd to Beatrice; and in her looks Approval met, that from their inmost fount I should unlock the waters. "May the grace, That giveth me the captain of the Church For confessor," said I, "vouchsafe to me
Apt utterance for my thoughts; " then added: Sire! E'en as set down by the unerring style
Of thy dear brother, who with thee conspired
To bring Rome in unto the way of life,
Faith of things hoped is substance, and the proof Of things not seen; and herein doth consist
Methinks its essence.”—“ Rightly hast thou deem'd,” Was answer'd; "if thou well discern, why first
He hath defined it substance, and then proof."
The deep things," I replied, "which here I scan Distinctly, are below from mortal eye
So hidden, they have in belief alone
Their being; on which credence, hope sublime Is built and, therefore substance, it intends. And inasmuch as we must needs infer
From such belief our reasoning, all respect To other view excluded; hence of proof The intention is derived." Forthwith I heard: "If thus, whate'er by learning men attain, Were understood; the sophist would want room To exercise his wit." So breathed the flame Of love; then added: "Current is the coin Thou utter'st, both in weight and in alloy. But tell me, if thou hast it in thy purse." "Even so glittering and so round," said I, "I not a whit misdoubt of its assay."
Next issued from the deep-imbosom'd splendour: Say, whence the costly jewel, on the which
Is founded every virtue, came to thee."
"The flood," I answer'd, "from the Spirit of God Rain'd down upon the ancient bond and new,— Here is the reasoning that convinceth me So feelingly each argument beside Seems blunt and forceless in comparison." Then heard I: "Wherefore holdest thou that each, The elder proposition and the new,
Which so persuade thee, are the voice of Heaven? "The works, that follow'd, evidence their truth," I answer'd: "Nature did not make for these The iron hot, or on her anvil mould them."
"Who voucheth to thee of the works themselves," Was the reply, “that they in very deed
Are that they purport? None hath sworn so to thee." "That all the world," said I, should have been
To Christian, and no miracle been wrought, Would in itself be such a miracle,
The rest were not an hundredth part so great. E'en thou went'st forth in poverty and hunger To set the goodly plant, that, from the vine It once was, now is grown unsightly bramble." That ended, through the high celestial court Resounded all the spheres, "Praise we one God!" In song of most unearthly melody.
1" The ancient bond and new." The Old and New Testaments.
And when that Worthy thus, from branch to branch, Examining, had led me, that we now
Approach'd the topmost bough; he straight resumed: "The grace, that holds sweet dalliance with thy soul So far discreetly hath thy lips unclosed;
That, whatsoe'er has past them, I commend. Behoves thee to express, what thou believest, The next; and, whereon, thy belief hath grown." "O saintly sire and spirit!" I began,
"Who seest that, which thou didst so believe, As to outstrip feet younger than thine own, Toward the sepulchre; thy will is here, That I the tenour of my creed unfold; And thou, the cause of it, hast likewise ask'd. And I reply: I in one God believe;
One sole eternal Godhead, of whose love
All Heaven is moved, Himself unmoved the while. Nor demonstration physical alone,
Or more intelligential and abstruse,
Persuades me to this faith: but from that truth
It cometh to me rather, which is shed
Through Moses; the rapt Prophets; and the Psalms; The Gospel; and what ye yourselves did write, When ye were gifted of the Holy Ghost.
In three eternal Persons I believe;
Essence threefold and one; mysterious league Of union absolute, which, many a time, The word of gospel lore upon my mind
Imprints and from this germ, this firstling spark The lively flame dilates; and, like Heaven's star, Doth glitter in me." As the master hears, Well pleased, and then enfoldeth in his arms The servant, who hath joyful tidings brought, And having told the errand keeps his peace; Thus benediction uttering with song,
Soon as my peace I held, compass'd me thrice The apostolic radiance, whose behest
Had oped my lips: so well their answer pleased.
2" Quel Baron." In the next Canto, St. James is called" Barone."
So in Boccaccio, G. vi. N. 10, we find" Baron Messer Santo Antonio."
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