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Though all partake their shining, yet in those Are liveliest, which resemble him the most. These tokens of pre-eminence on man
Largely bestowed, if any of them fail, He needs must forfeit his nobility,
No longer stainless. Sin alone is that, Which doth disfranchise him, and make unlike To the chief good; for that its light in him Is darkened. And to dignity thus lost
Is no return; unless, where guilt makes void, He for ill pleasure pay with equal pain. Your nature, which entirely in its seed Transgressed, from these distinctions fell, no less Than from its state in Paradise; nor means Found on recovery (search all methods out As strictly as thou may) save one of these, The only fords were left through which to wade: Either, that God had of his courtesy
Released him merely; or else, man himself For his own folly by himself atoned.
“Fix now thine eye, intently as thou canst, On the everlasting counsel; and explore, Instructed by my words, the dread abyss. “Man in himself had ever lacked the means Of satisfaction, for he could not stoop Obeying, in humility so low,
As high, he, disobeying, thought to soar: And, for this reason, he had vainly tried, Out of his own sufficiency, to pay
The rigid satisfaction. Then behoved That God should by his own ways lead him back Unto the life, from whence he fell, restored: By both his ways, I mean, or one alone. But since the deed is ever prized the more. The more the doer’s good intent appears; Goodness celestial, whose broad signature Is on the universe, of all its ways
To raise ye up, was fain to leave out none. Nor aught so vast or so magnificent,
Either for him who gave or who received, Between the last night and the primal day, Was or can be. For God more bounty showed, Giving himself to make man capable
Of his return to life, than had the terms Been mere and unconditional release.
And for his justice, every method else Were all too scant, had not the Son of God Humbled himself to put on mortal flesh.”

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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 showed,
Mind cannot follow it, nor words express Her infinite sweetness. Thence mine eyes regained Power to look up; and I beheld myself,
Sole with my lady, to more lofty bliss 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 upsteamed The fuming of that incense, when I knew The rite accepted. With such mighty sheen And mantling crimson, in two listed rays The splendors shot before me, that I cried, “God of Sabaoth! that dost prank them thus!” As leads the galaxy from pole to pole, Distinguished 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 Beamed 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 fleckered 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 passed. 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 appeared to me, Gathered along the cross a melody,
That, indistinctly heard, with ravishment Possessed me. Yet I marked 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.

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In fashion, as a snow-white rose, lay then Before my view the saintly multitude,
Which is his own blood Christ espoused. Meanwhile, That other host, that soar aloft to gaze And celebrate his glory, whom they love, Hovered around; and, like a troop of bees, Amid the vernal sweets alighting now,
Now, clustering, where their fragrant labor glows, Flew downward to the mighty flower, or rose From the redundant petals, streaming back Unto the steadfast dwelling of their joy. Faces had they of flame, and wings of gold: The rest was whiter than the driven snow; And, as they flitted down into the flower, From range to range, fanning their plumy loins, Whispered the peace and ardor, which they won From that soft winnowing. Shadow none, the vast Interposition of such numerous flight
Cast, from above, upon the flower, or view Obstructed aught. For, through the universe, Wherever merited, celestial light
Glides freely, and no obstacle prevents. All there, who reign in safety and in bliss, Ages long past or new, on one sole mark Their love and vision fixed. O trinal beam Of individual star, that charm’st them thus! Vouchsafe one glance to gild our storm below. If the grim brood, from Arctic shores that roamed (Where Helice forever, as she wheels,
Sparkles a mother’s fondness on her son), Stood in mute wonder mid the works of Rome, When to their view the Lateran arose
In greatness more than earthly; I, who then From human to divine had passed, from time Unto eternity, and out of Florence
To justice and to truth, how might I chuse But marvel too? ‘Twixt gladness and amaze, In sooth, no will had I to utter aught, Or hear. And, as a pilgrim, when he rests Within the temple of his vow, looks round In breathless awe, and hopes some time to tell Of all its goodly state; e’en so mine eyes Coursed up and down along the living light, Now low, and now aloft, and now around, Visiting every step. Looks I beheld,
Where charity in soft persuasion sat; Smiles from within, and radiance from above; And, in each gesture, grace and honor high. So roved my ken, and in its general form All Paradise surveyed.


Translation of HENRY FRANCIS CARY.