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Dante Alighieri (1265–1321). The Divine Comedy.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Paradise

Canto XXXII ARGUMENT.—St. Bernard shows him, on their several thrones, the other blessed souls, of both the Old and New Testament; explains to him that their places are assigned them by grace, and not according to merit; and, lastly, tells him that if he would obtain power to descry what remained of the heavenly vision, he must unite with him in supplication to Mary.

FREELY the sage, though wrapt in musings high,

Assumed the teacher’s part, and mild began:

“The wound, that Mary closed, she open’d first,

Who sits so beautiful at Mary’s feet.

The third in order, underneath her, lo!

Rachel with Beatrice: Sarah next;

Judith; Rebecca; and the gleaner-maid,

Meek ancestress of him, who sang the songs

Of sore repentance in his sorrowful mood.

All, as I name them, down from leaf to leaf,

Are, in gradation, throned on the rose.

And from the seventh step, successively,

Adown the breathing tresses of the flower,

Still doth the file of Hebrew dames proceed.

For these are a partition wall, whereby

The sacred stairs are sever’d, as the faith

In Christ divides them. On this part, where blooms

Each leaf in full maturity, are set

Such as in Christ, or e’er He came, believed.

On the other, where an intersected space

Yet shows the semicircle void, abide

All they, who look’d to Christ already come

And as our Lady on her glorious stool,

And they who on their stools beneath her sit,

This way distinction make; e’en so on his,

The mighty Baptist that way marks the line

(He who endured the desert, and the pains

Of martyrdom, and, for two years, of Hell,

Yet still continued holy), and beneath,

Augustin; Francis; Benedict; and the rest,

Thus far from round to round. So Heaven’s decree

Forecasts, this garden equally to fill,

With faith in either view, past or to come.

Learn too, that downward from the step, which cleaves,

Midway, the twain compartments, none there are

Who place obtain for merit of their own,

But have through others’ merit been advanced,

On set conditions; spirits all released,

Ere for themselves they had the power to chuse.

And, if thou mark and listen to them well,

Their childish looks and voice declare as much.

“Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;

And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein

Thy subtile thoughts have bound thee. From this realm

Excluded, chance no entrance here may find;

No more than hunger, thirst, or sorrow can.

A law immutable hath stablish’d all;

Nor is there aught thou seest, that doth not fit,

Exactly, as the finger to the ring.

It is not, therefore, without cause, that these

O’erspeedy comers to immortal life,

Are different in their shares of excellence.

Our Sovran Lord, that settleth this estate

In love and in delight so absolute,

That wish can dare no further, every soul,

Created in His joyous sight to dwell,

With grace, at pleasure, variously endows.

And for a proof the effect may well suffice.

And ’tis moreover most expressly mark’d

In holy Scripture, where the twins are said

To have struggled in the womb. Therefore, as grace

Inweaves the coronet, so every brow

Weareth its proper hue of orient light.

And merely in respect to his prime gift,

Not in reward of meritorious deed,

Hath each his several degree assign’d.

In early times with their own innocence

More was not wanting than the parents’ faith,

To save them: those first ages past, behoved

That circumcision in the males should imp

The flight of innocent wings: but since the day

Of grace hath come, without baptismal rites

In Christ accomplish’d, innocence herself

Must linger yet below. Now raise thy view

Unto the visage most resembling Christ:

For, in her splendour only, shalt thou win

The power to look on Him.” Forthwith I saw

Such floods of gladness on her visage shower’d,

From holy spirits, winging that profound;

That, whatsoever I had yet beheld,

Had not so much suspended me with wonder,

Or shown me such similitude of God.

And he, who had to her descended, once,

On earth, now hail’d in Heaven; and on poised wing,

“Ave, Maria, Gratia Plena,” sang:

To whose sweet anthem all the blissful court,

From all parts answering, rang: that holier joy

Brooded the deep serene. “Father revered!

Who deign’st, for me, to quit the pleasant place

Wherein thou sittest, by eternal lot;

Say, who that Angel is, that with such glee

Beholds our Queen, and so enamour’d glows

Of her high beauty, that all fire he seems.”

So I again resorted to the lore

Of my wise teacher, he, whom Mary’s charms

Embellish’d, as the sun the morning star;

Who thus in answer spake: “In him are summ’d,

Whate’er of buxomness and free delight

May be in spirit, or in Angel, met:

And so beseems: for that he bare the palm

Down unto Mary, when the Son of God

Vouchsafed to clothe Him in terrestial weeds.

Now let thine eyes wait heedful on my words;

And note thou of this just and pious realm

The chiefest nobles. Those, highest in bliss,

The twain, on each hand next our Empress throned,

Are as it were two roots unto this rose:

He to the left, the parent, whose rash taste

Proves bitter to his seed; and, on the right,

That ancient father of the holy Church,

Into whose keeping Christ did give the keys

Of this sweet flower; near whom behold the seer,

That, ere, he died, saw all the grievous times

Of the fair bride, who with the lance and nails

Was won. And, near unto the other, rests

The leader, under whom, on manna, fed

The ungrateful nation, fickle and perverse.

On the other part, facing to Peter, lo!

Where Anna sits, so well content to look

On her loved daughter, that with moveless eye

She chants the loud hosanna: while, opposed

To the first father of your mortal kind,

Is Lucia, at whose hest thy lady sped,

When on the edge of ruin closed thine eye.

“But (for the vision hasteneth to an end)

Here break we off, as the good workman doth,

That shapes the clock according to the cloth;

And to the Primal Love our ken shall rise;

That thou mayst penetrate the brightness, far

As sight can bear thee. Yet, alas! in sooth

Beating thy pennons, thinking to advance,

Thou backward fall’st. Grace then must first be gain’d;

Her grace, whose might can help thee. Thou in prayer

Seek her: and, with affection, whilst I sue,

Attend, and yield me all thy heart.” He said;

And thus the saintly orison began.