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         Contents: "The Divine Comedy" 
 Fourth Heaven: Sphere of the Sun, Fifth Heaven: Sphere of Mars - At the prayer of Beatrice, Solomon tells of the glorified body of the blessed after the Last Judgment - Souls of the Soldiery of Christ in the form of a Cross with the figure of Christ thereon - Hymn of the Spirits From centre to the circle, and so back
 From circle to the centre, water moves
 
 In the round chalice, even as the blow
 
 Impels it, inwardly, or from without.
 
 Such was the image glanc'd into my mind,
 
 As the great spirit of Aquinum ceas'd;
 
 And Beatrice after him her words
 
 Resum'd alternate: "Need there is (tho' yet
 
 He tells it to you not in words, nor e'en
 
 In thought) that he should fathom to its depth
 
 Another mystery.  Tell him, if the light,
 
 Wherewith your substance blooms, shall stay with you
 
 Eternally, as now: and, if it doth,
 
 How, when ye shall regain your visible forms,
 
 The sight may without harm endure the change,
 
 That also tell."  As those, who in a ring
 
 Tread the light measure, in their fitful mirth
 
 Raise loud the voice, and spring with gladder bound;
 
 Thus, at the hearing of that pious suit,
 
 The saintly circles in their tourneying
 
 And wond'rous note attested new delight.
  Whoso laments, that we must doff this garb
 Of frail mortality, thenceforth to live
 
 Immortally above, he hath not seen
 
 The sweet refreshing, of that heav'nly shower.
  Him, who lives ever, and for ever reigns
 In mystic union of the Three in One,
 
 Unbounded, bounding all, each spirit thrice
 
 Sang, with such melody, as but to hear
 
 For highest merit were an ample meed.
 
 And from the lesser orb the goodliest light,
 
 With gentle voice and mild, such as perhaps
 
 The angel's once to Mary, thus replied:
 
 "Long as the joy of Paradise shall last,
 
 Our love shall shine around that raiment, bright,
 
 As fervent; fervent, as in vision blest;
 
 And that as far in blessedness exceeding,
 
 As it hath grave beyond its virtue great.
 
 Our shape, regarmented with glorious weeds
 
 Of saintly flesh, must, being thus entire,
 
 Show yet more gracious.  Therefore shall increase,
 
 Whate'er of light, gratuitous, imparts
 
 The Supreme Good; light, ministering aid,
 
 The better disclose his glory: whence
 
 The vision needs increasing, much increase
 
 The fervour, which it kindles; and that too
 
 The ray, that comes from it.  But as the greed
 
 Which gives out flame, yet it its whiteness shines
 
 More lively than that, and so preserves
 
 Its proper semblance; thus this circling sphere
 
 Of splendour, shall to view less radiant seem,
 
 Than shall our fleshly robe, which yonder earth
 
 Now covers.  Nor will such excess of light
 
 O'erpower us, in corporeal organs made
 
 Firm, and susceptible of all delight."
  So ready and so cordial an "Amen,"
 Followed from either choir, as plainly spoke
 
 Desire of their dead bodies; yet perchance
 
 Not for themselves, but for their kindred dear,
 
 Mothers and sires, and those whom best they lov'd,
 
 Ere they were made imperishable flame.
  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 an evening hour
 
 Of twilight, new appearances through heav'n
 
 Peer with faint glimmer, doubtfully descried;
 
 So there new substances, methought began
 
 To rise in view; and round the other twain
 
 Enwheeling, sweep their ampler circuit wide.
  O gentle glitter of eternal beam!
 With what a such whiteness did it flow,
 
 O'erpowering vision in me!  But so fair,
 
 So passing lovely, Beatrice show'd,
 
 Mind cannot follow it, nor words express
 
 Her infinite sweetness.  Thence mine eyes regain'd
 
 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 vouchsaf'd.
 
 And from my bosom had not yet upsteam'd
 
 The fuming of that incense, when I knew
 
 The rite accepted.  With such mighty sheen
 
 And mantling crimson, in two listed rays
 
 The splendours shot before me, that I cried,
 
 "God of Sabaoth! that does prank them thus!"
 
  As leads the galaxy from pole to pole,
 Distinguish'd into greater lights and less,
 
 Its pathway, which the wisest fail to spell;
 
 So thickly studded, in the depth of Mars,
 
 Those rays describ'd the venerable sign,
 
 That quadrants in the round conjoining frame.
 
 Here memory mocks the toil of genius.  Christ
 
 Beam'd 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 flecker'd 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 pass'd.
 
 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, interpos'd by art
 
 Against the noontide heat.  And as the chime
 
 Of minstrel music, dulcimer, and help
 
 With many strings, a pleasant dining makes
 
 To him, who heareth not distinct the note;
 
 So from the lights, which there appear'd to me,
 
 Gather'd along the cross a melody,
 
 That, indistinctly heard, with ravishment
 
 Possess'd me.  Yet I mark'd 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.
  Perhaps my saying over bold appears,
 Accounting less the pleasure of those eyes,
 
 Whereon to look fulfilleth all desire.
 
 But he, who is aware those living seals
 
 Of every beauty work with quicker force,
 
 The higher they are ris'n; and that there
 
 I had not turn'd me to them; he may well
 
 Excuse me that, whereof in my excuse
 
 I do accuse me, and may own my truth;
 
 That holy pleasure here not yet reveal'd,
 
 Which grows in transport as we mount aloof.
   
         
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