drawing by marguerita
Now was the day departing, and the air,
Imbrown'd with shadows, from their
toils released
All animals on earth; and I alone
Prepared myself the conflict to sustain,
Both of sad pity, and that perilous road,
Which my unerring memory shall retrace.
O Muses! O high genius! now vouch safe
Your aid. O mind! that all I saw
hast kept
Safe in a written record, here thy worth
And eminent endowments come to proof.
I thus began: "Bard! thou who art
my guide,
Consider well, if virtue be in me
Sufficient, ere to this high enterprise
Thou trust me. Thou hast told that
Silvius' sire,[1]
Yet clothed in corruptible flesh, among
The immortal tribes had entrance,
and was there
Sensibly present. Yet if Heaven's
great Lord,
Almighty foe to ill, such favor show'd
In contemplation of the high effect,
Both what and who from him should
issue forth,
It seems in reason's judgment
well deserved;
Sith he of Rome and of Rome's
empire wide,
In Heaven's imperial height was
chosen sire:
Both which, if truth be spoken,
were ordain'd
And stablish'd for the holy place,
where sits
Who to great Peter's sacred
chair succeeds.
He from this journey, in thy
song renown'd,
Learn'd things, that to his
victory gave rise
And to the papal robe. In after -
times
The Chosen Vessel[2] also
travel'd there,
To bring us back assurance in
that faith
Which is the entrance to
salvation's way.
But I, why should I there presume?
or who
Permits it? not Aeneas I, nor Paul.
[1: "Silvius' sire." Aeneas.]
[2: "The Chosen Vessel." St. Paul.]
Myself I deem not worthy, and none else
Will deem me. I, if on this voyage then
I venture, fear it will in folly end.
Thou, who art wise, better my
meaning know'st,
Than I can speak." As one, who unresolves
What he hath late resolved, and
with new thoughts
Changes his purpose, from his first intent
Removed; e'en such was I on that dun coast,
Wasting in thought my enterprise, at first
So eagerly embraced. "If right thy words
I scan," replied that shade magnanimous,
"Thy soul is by vile fear assail'd,
which oft
So overcasts a man, that he recoils
From noblest resolution, like a beast
At some false semblance in the
twilight gloom.
That from this terror thou mayst
free thyself,
I will instruct thee why I came,
and what
I heard in that same instant,
when for thee
Grief touch'd me first. I was
among the tribe,
Who rest suspended,[3] when a dame,
so blest
And lovely I besought her to command,
Call'd me;
her eyes were brighter
than the star
Of day; and she, with gentle
voice and soft,
Angelically tuned, her speech
address'd:
'O courteous shade of Mantua!
thou whose fame
Yet lives, and shall live long
as nature lasts!
A friend, not of my fortune
but myself,
On the wide desert in his
road has met
Hindrance so great, that he
through fear has turn'd.
Now much I dread lest he past
help have stray'd,
And I be risen too late for
his relief,
From what in heaven of him
I heard. Speed now,
And by thy eloquent persuasive
tongue,
And by all means for his
deliverance meet,
Assist him. So to me will
comfort spring.
I, who now bid thee on this
errand forth,
Am Beatrice;[4] from a place
I come
Revisited with joy. Love brought
me thence,
Who prompts my speech. When in
my Master's sight
I stand, thy praise to him
I oft will tell.'
[3: The spirits in Limbo,
neither admitted to a
state of glory nor
doomed to punishment.]
[4: "Beatrice." The daughter
of Folco Portinari, who is here
invested
with the character of celestial
wisdom or theology.]
"She then was silent, and I thus began:
'O Lady! by whose influence alone
Mankind excels whatever is contain'd
Within that heaven which hath
the smallest orb,
So thy command delights me,
that to obey,
If it were done already,
would seem late.
No need hast thou further
to speak thy will:
Yet tell the reason, why
thou art not loth
To leave that ample space,
where to return
Thou burnest, for this
centre here beneath.'
"She then: 'Since thou so
deeply wouldst inquire,
I will instruct thee
briefly why no dread
Hinders my entrance here.
Those things alone
Are to be fear'd whence
evil may proceed;
None else, for none are
terrible beside.
I am so framed by God,
thanks to His grace!
That any sufferance of your misery
Touches me not, nor flame
of that fierce fire
Assails me. In high Heaven
a blessed Dame[5]
Resides, who mourns with
such effectual grief
That hindrance, which I
send thee to remove,
That God's stern judgment
to her will inclines.'
To Lucia,[6] calling, her she
thus bespake:
'Now doth thy faithful servant
need thy aid,
And I commend him to thee.'
At her word
Sped Lucia, of all cruelty the foe,
And coming to the place,
where I abode
Seated with Rachel, her of
ancient days,
She thus address'd me:
"Thou true praise of God!
Beatrice! why is not thy
succour lent
To him, who so much
loved thee, as to leave
For thy sake all
the multitude admires?
Dost thou not hear how
pitiful his wail,
Nor mark the death, which
in the torrent flood,
Swoln mightier than a sea,
him struggling holds?"
[5: "A blessed Dame."
The Divine Mercy.]
[6: "Lucia." The enlightening
Grace of Heaven; as it is commonly
explained.]
Ne'er among men did
any with such speed
Haste to their profit, flee
from their annoy,
As, when these words
were spoken, I came here,
Down from my blessed seat,
trusting the force
Of thy pure eloquence,
which thee, and all
Who well have mark'd it, into honor brings.'
"When she had ended,
her bright beaming eyes
Tearful she turn'd aside;
whereat I felt
Redoubled zeal to serve thee.
As she will'd,
Thus am I come: I saved
thee from the beast,
Who thy near way across
the goodly mount
Prevented. What is this
comes o'er thee than?
Why, why dost thou hang back?
why in thy breast
Harbour vile fear? why hast
not courage there,
And noble daring; since
three maids,[7] so blest,
Thy safety plan, e'en
in the court of Heaven;
And so much certain good
my words forebode?"
[7: "Three maids."
The Divine Mercy, Lucia and Beatrice.]
As forests, by the frosty air of night
Bent down and closed, when
day has blanch'd their leaves,
Rise all unfolded on their spiry stems;
So was my fainting vigor new restored,
And to my heart such kindly courage ran,
That I as one undaunted soon replied:
"O full of pity she, who undertook
My succour! and thou kind, who didst perform
So soon her true behest! With such desire
Thou hast disposed me to renew my voyage,
That my first purpose fully is resumed.
Lead on: one only will is in us both.
Thou art my guide, my master thou, and lord,"
So spake I; and when he had onward moved,
I enter'd on the deep and woody way.
Note: To you my Man, read those words
and allow these words enlighten your path....
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