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Within that Jovial torch did I behold
The sparkling of the love which was therein
Delineate our language to mine eyes。
And even as birds uprisen from the shore；
As in congratulation o'er their food；
Make squadrons of themselves； now round； now long；
So from within those lights the holy creatures
Sang flying to and fro； and in their figures
Made of themselves now D； now I； now L。
First singing they to their own music moved；
Then one becoming of these characters；
A little while they rested and were silent。
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！
Apparent be thy power in these brief verses！
Themselves then they displayed in five times seven
Vowels and consonants； and I observed
The parts as they seemed spoken unto me。
'Diligite justitiam；' these were
First verb and noun of all that was depicted；
'Qui judicatis terram' were the last。
Thereafter in the M of the fifth word
Remained they so arranged； that Jupiter
Seemed to be silver there with gold inlaid。
And other lights I saw descend where was
The summit of the M； and pause there singing
The good； I think； that draws them to itself。
Then； as in striking upon burning logs
Upward there fly innumerable sparks；
Whence fools are wont to look for auguries；
More than a thousand lights seemed thence to rise；
And to ascend； some more； and others less；
Even as the Sun that lights them had allotted；
And； each one being quiet in its place；
The head and neck beheld I of an eagle
Delineated by that inlaid fire。
He who there paints has none to be his guide；
But Himself guides； and is from Him remembered
That virtue which is form unto the nest。
The other beatitude； that contented seemed
At first to bloom a lily on the M；
By a slight motion followed out the imprint。
O gentle star！ what and how many gems
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！
O soldiery of heaven； whom I contemplate；
Implore for those who are upon the earth
All gone astray after the bad example！
Once 'twas the custom to make war with swords；
But now 'tis made by taking here and there
The bread the pitying Father shuts from none。
Yet thou； who writest but to cancel； think
That Peter and that Paul； who for this vineyard
Which thou art spoiling died； are still alive！
Well canst thou say： 〃So steadfast my desire
Is unto him who willed to live alone；
And for a dance was led to martyrdom；
That I know not the Fisherman nor Paul。〃
Paradiso： Canto XIX
Appeared before me with its wings outspread
The beautiful image that in sweet fruition
Made jubilant the interwoven souls；
Appeared a little ruby each； wherein
Ray of the sun was burning so enkindled
That each into mine eyes refracted it。
And what it now behoves me to retrace
Nor voice has e'er reported； nor ink written；
Nor was by fantasy e'er comprehended；
For speak I saw； and likewise heard； the beak；
And utter with its voice both 'I' and 'My；'
When in conception it was 'We' and 'Our。'
And it began： 〃Being just and merciful
Am I exalted here unto that glory
Which cannot be exceeded by desire；
And upon earth I left my memory
Such； that the evil…minded people there
Commend it； but continue not the story。〃
So doth a single heat from many embers
Make itself felt； even as from many loves
Issued a single sound from out that image。
Whence I thereafter： 〃O perpetual flowers
Of the eternal joy； that only one
Make me perceive your odours manifold；
Exhaling； break within me the great fast
Which a long season has in hunger held me；
Not finding for it any food on earth。
Well do I know； that if in heaven its mirror
Justice Divine another realm doth make；
Yours apprehends it not through any veil。
You know how I attentively address me
To listen； and you know what is the doubt
That is in me so very old a fast。〃
Even as a falcon； issuing from his hood；
Doth move his head； and with his wings applaud him；
Showing desire； and making himself fine；
Saw I become that standard； which of lauds
Was interwoven of the grace divine；
With such songs as he knows who there rejoices。
Then it began： 〃He who a compass turned
On the world's outer verge； and who within it
Devised so much occult and manifest；
Could not the impress of his power so make
On all the universe； as that his Word
Should not remain in infinite excess。
And this makes certain that the first proud being；
Who was the paragon of every creature；
By not awaiting light fell immature。
And hence appears it； that each minor nature
Is scant receptacle unto that good
Which has no end； and by itself is measured。
In consequence our vision； which perforce
Must be some ray of that intelligence
With which all things whatever are replete；
Cannot in its own nature be so potent；
That it shall not its origin discern
Far beyond that which is apparent to it。
Therefore into the justice sempiternal
The power of vision that your world receives；
As eye into the ocean； penetrates；
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；
And all his inclinations and his actions
Are good； so far as human reason sees；
Without a sin in life or in discourse：
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；
But it； by raying forth； occasions that。〃
Even as above her nest goes circling round
The stork when she has fed her little ones；
And he who has been fed looks up at her；
So lifted I my brows； and even such
Became the blessed image； which its wings