The Divine Comedy by Dante: The Vision Of Paradise: Canto XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,     Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:     "The wound, that Mary clos'd, 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 deaf to leaf,     Are in gradation throned on the rose.     And from the seventh step, successively,     Adown the breathing tresses of the flow'r     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 ere he came, believ'd.     On th' 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 endur'd 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 heav'n'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 advanc'd,     On set conditions: spirits all releas'd,     Ere for themselves they had the power to choose.     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 subtle thoughts have bound thee. From this realm     Excluded, chalice no entrance here may find,     No more shall hunger, thirst, or sorrow can.     A law immutable hath establish'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 th' effect may well suffice.     And 't is 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, behoov'd     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 pow'r 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 heav'n; and on pois'd wing.     "Ave, Maria, Gratia Plena," sang:     To whose sweet anthem all the blissful court,     From all parts answ'ring, rang: that holier joy     Brooded the deep serene. "Father rever'd:     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,     Whatever 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     Vouchsaf'd to clothe him in terrestrial 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 thron'd,     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 flow'r: 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     Th' ungrateful nation, fickle and perverse.     On th' other part, facing to Peter, lo!     Where Anna sits, so well content to look     On her lov'd daughter, that with moveless eye     She chants the loud hosanna: while, oppos'd     To the first father of your mortal kind,     Is Lucia, at whose hest thy lady sped,     When on the edge of ruin clos'd thine eye.     "But (for the vision hasteneth so an end)     Here break we off, as the good workman doth,     That shapes the cloak 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.