PARADISE(XIV) of THE DIVINE COMEDY BY DANTE ALIGHIERI

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CANTO XIV

ARGUMENT.—Solomon, who is one of the spirits in the inner circle, declares what the appearance of the blest will be after the resurrection of the body. Beatrice and Dante are translated into the fifth heaven, which is that of Mars; and here behold the souls of those, who had died fighting for the true faith, ranged in the sign of the cross, athwart which the spirits move to the sound of a melodious hymn.

FROM centre to the circle, and so back

From circle to the centre, water moves

In the round chalice, even as the blow

Impels it, inwardly, or from without.

Such was the image〖The voice of Thomas Aquinas proceeding from the circle to the centre; and that of Beatrice, from the centre to the circle.〗 glanced into my mind,

As the great spirit of Aquinum ceased;

And Beatrice, after him, her words

Resumed alternate: “Need there is (though yet

He tells it to you not in words, nor e'en

In thought) that he should fathom to its depth

Another mystery. Tell him, if the light,

Wherewith your substance blooms, shall stay with you

Eternally, as now; and, if it doth,

How, when〖“When.” When ye shall be again clothed with your bodies at the resurrection.〗 ye shall regain your visible forms,

The sight may without harm endure the change,

That also tell.” As those, who in a ring

Tread the light measure, in their fitful mirth

Raise loud the voice, and spring with gladder bound;

Thus, at the hearing of that pious suit,

The saintly circles, in their tourneying

And wondrous note, attested new delight.

Whoso laments, that we must doff this garb

Of frail mortality, thenceforth to live

Immortally above; he hath not seen

The sweet refreshing of that heavenly shower.〖That effusion of beatific light.〗

Him, who lives ever, and forever reigns

In mystic union of the three in one,

Unbounded, bounding all, each spirit thrice

Sang, with such melody, as, but to hear,

For highest merit were an ample meed.

And from the lesser orb the goodliest light,〖“The goodliest light.” Solomon.〗

With gentle voice and mild, such as perhaps

The Angel's once to Mary, thus replied:

“Long as the joy of Paradise shall last,

Our love shall shine around that raiment, bright

As fervent; fervent as, in vision, blest;

And that as far, in blessedness, exceeding,

As it hath grace, beyond its virtue, great.

Our shape, regarmented with glorious weeds

Of saintly flesh, must, being thus entire,

Show yet more gracious. Therefore shall increase

Whate'er, of light, gratuitous imparts

The Supreme Good; light, ministering aid,

The better to disclose His glory; whence,

The vision needs increasing, must increase

The fervour, which it kindles; and that too

The ray, that comes from it. But as the gleed

Which gives out flame, yet in its whiteness shines

More livelily than that, and so preserves

Its proper semblance; thus this circling sphere

Of splendour shall to view less radiant seem,

Than shall our fleshly robe, which yonder earth

Now covers. Nor will such excess of light

O'erpower us, in corporeal organs made

Firm, and susceptible of all delight.”

So ready and so cordial an “Amen”

Follow'd from either choir, as plainly spoke

Desire of their dead bodies; yet perchance

Not for themselves, but for their kindred dear,

Mothers and sires, and those whom best they loved,

Ere they were made imperishable flame.

And lo! forthwith there rose up round about

A lustre, over that already there;

Of equal clearness, like the brightening up

Of the horizon. As at evening hour

Of twilight, new appearances through Heaven

Peer with faint glimmer, doubtfully descried;

So, there, new substances, methought, began

To rise in view beyond the other twain,

And wheeling, sweep their ampler circuit wide.

O genuine glitter of eternal Beam!

With what a sudden whiteness did it flow,

O'erpowering vision in me. But so fair,

So passing lovely, Beatrice show'd,

Mind cannot follow it, nor words express

Her infinite sweetness. Thence mine eyes regain'd

Power to look up; and I beheld myself,

Sole with my lady, to more lofty bliss〖“To more lofty bliss.” To the planet Mars.〗

Translated: for the star, with warmer smile

Impurpled, well denoted our ascent.

With all the heart, and with that tongue which speaks

The same in all, an holocaust I made

To God, befitting the new grace vouchsafed.

And from my bosom had not yet upsteam'd

The fuming of that incense, when I knew

The rite accepted. With such mighty sheen

And mantling crimson, in two listed rays

The splendours shot before me, that I cried,

“God of Sabaoth! that dost prank them thus!”

As leads the galaxy from pole to pole,

Distinguish'd into greater lights and less,

Its pathway, which the wisest fail to spell;

So thickly studded, in the depth of Mars,

Those rays described the venerable sign,

That quadrants in the round conjoining frame.

Here memory mocks the toil of genius. Christ

Beam'd on that cross; and pattern fails me now.

But whoso takes his cross, and follows Christ,

Will pardon me for that I leave untold,

When in the flecker'd dawning he shall spy

The glitterance of Christ. From horn to horn,

And 'tween the summit and the base, did move

Lights, scintillating, as they met and pass'd.

Thus oft are seen with ever-changeful glance,

Straight or athwart, now rapid and now slow,

The atomies of bodies, long or short,

To move along the sunbeam, whose slant line

Checkers the shadow interposed by art

Against the noontide heat. And as the chime

Of minstrel music, dulcimer, and harp

With many strings, a pleasant dinning makes

To him, who heareth not distinct the note;

So from the lights, which there appear'd to me,

Gather'd along the cross a melody,

That, indistinctly heard, with ravishment

Possess'd me. Yet I mark'd it was a hymn

Of lofty praises; for there came to me

“Arise,” and “Conquer,” as to one who hears

And comprehends not. Me such ecstasy

O'ercame, that never, till that hour, was thing

That held me in so sweet imprisonment.

Perhaps my saying overbold appears,

Accounting less the pleasure of those eyes,

Whereon to look fulfilleth all desire.

But he, who is aware those living seals

Of every beauty work with quicker force,

The higher they are risen; and that there

I had not turn'd me to them; he may well

Excuse me that, whereof in my excuse

I do accuse me, and may own my truth;

That holy pleasure here not yet reveal'd

Which grows in transport as we mount aloof.

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