PARADISO.

I LIFT mine eyes, and all the windows blaze

With forms of saints and holy men who died,
Here martyred and hereafter glorified;

And the great Rose upon its leaves displays
Christ's Triumph, and the angelic roundelays,

With splendor upon splendor multiplied;
And Beatrice again at Dante's side

No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.
And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs
Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love
And benedictions of the Holy Ghost;

And the melodious bells among the spires

O'er all the house-tops and through heaven above
Proclaim the elevation of the Host!

O star of morning and of liberty!

O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines
Above the darkness of the Apennines,
Forerunner of the day that is to be!

The voices of the city and the sea,

The voices of the mountains and the pines,
Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines
Are footpaths for the thought of Italy!
Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights,
Through all the nations; and a sound is heard,
As of a mighty wind, and men devout,
Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes,

In their own language hear thy wondrous word,
And many are amazed and many doubt.

PARADISO.

CANTO I.

THE glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
Within that heaven which most his light receives
Was I, and things beheld which to repeat

Nor knows, nor can, who from above descends;

Because in drawing near to its desire

Our intellect ingulphs itself so far,
That after it the memory cannot go.

Truly whatever of the holy realm

I had the power to treasure in my mind Shall now become the subject of my song. O good Apollo, for this last emprise

Make of me such a vessel of thy power

As giving the beloved laurel asks !

One summit of Parnassus hitherto

Has been enough for me, but now with both
I needs must enter the arena left.

Enter into my bosom, thou, and breathe

As at the time when Marsyas thou didst draw
Out of the scabbard of those limbs of his.
O power divine, lend'st thou thyself to me

So that the shadow of the blessed realm
Stamped in my brain I can make manifest,

Thou'lt see me come unto thy darling tree,

And crown myself thereafter with those leaves

Of which the theme and thou shall make me worthy.

So seldom, Father, do we gather them

For triumph or of Cæsar or of Poet,

(The fault and shame of human inclinations,)

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That the Peneian foliage should bring forth
Joy to the joyous Delphic deity,

When any one it makes to thirst for it.
A little spark is followed by great flame;

Perchance with better voices after me

Shall prayer be made that Cyrrha may respond!

To mortal men by passages diverse

Uprises the world's lamp; but by that one Which circles four uniteth with three crosses, With better course and with a better star

Conjoined it issues, and the mundane wax Tempers and stamps more after its own fashion. Almost that passage had made morning there

And evening here, and there was wholly white
That hemisphere, and black the other part,
When Beatrice towards the left-hand side

I saw turned round, and gazing at the sun;
Never did eagle fasten so upon it!

And even as a second ray is wont

To issue from the first and reascend, Like to a pilgrim who would fain return, Thus of her action, through the eyes infused

In my imagination, mine I made,

And sunward fixed mine eyes beyond our wont.

There much is lawful which is here unlawful

Unto our powers, by virtue of the place

Made for the human species as its own.

Not long I bore it, nor so little while

But I beheld it sparkle round about
Like iron that comes molten from the fire;

And suddenly it seemed that day to day

Was added, as if He who has the power

Had with another sun the heaven adorned.

With eyes upon the everlasting wheels

Stood Beatrice all intent, and I, on her

Fixing my vision from above removed,

Such at her aspect inwardly became

As Glaucus, tasting of the herb that made him
Peer of the other gods beneath the sea.

To represent transhumanise in words

Impossible were; the example, then, suffice
Him for whom Grace the experience reserves.

If I was merely what of me thou newly

Createdst, Love who governest the heaven,

Thou knowest, who didst lift me with thy light!

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When now the wheel, which thou dost make eternal
Desiring thee, made me attentive to it

By harmony thou dost modulate and measure,
Then seemed to me so much of heaven enkindled

By the sun's flame, that neither rain nor river
E'er made a lake so widely spread abroad.
The newness of the sound and the great light
Kindled in me a longing for their cause,
Never before with such acuteness felt;
Whence she, who saw me as I saw myself,
To quiet in me my perturbed mind,
Opened her mouth, ere I did mine to ask,
And she began: "Thou makest thyself so dull
With false imagining, that thou seest not

What thou wouldst see if thou hadst shaken it off.

Thou art not upon earth, as thou believest ;

But lightning, fleeing its appropriate site,
Ne'er ran as thou, who thitherward returnest."

If of my former doubt I was divested

By these brief little words more smiled than spoken,
I in a new one was the more ensnared ;

And said: "Already did I rest content

From great amazement; but am now amazed
In what way I transcend these bodies light."
Whereupon she, after a pitying sigh,

Her eyes directed tow'rds me with that look
A mother casts on a delirious child;
And she began: "All things whate'er they be

Have order among themselves, and this is form,
That makes the universe resemble God.
Here do the higher creatures see the footprints
Of the Eternal Power, which is the end
Whereto is made the law already mentioned.

In the order that I speak of are inclined

All natures, by their destinies diverse, More or less near unto their origin; Hence they move onward unto ports diverse

O'er the great sea of being; and each one With instinct given it which bears it on. This bears away the fire towards the moon ;

This is in mortal hearts the motive power
This binds together and unites the earth.
Nor only the created things that are

Without intelligence this bow shoots forth,
But those that have both intellect and love.