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I tell you, my friends, don't be afraid of those who kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do.                But I will warn you whom you should fear. Fear him, who after he has killed, has power to cast into Gehenna. Yes, I tell you, fear him.                Aren't five sparrows sold for two assaria coins? Not one of them is forgotten by God.                But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Therefore don't be afraid. You are of more value than many sparrows.                I tell you, everyone who confesses me before men, him will the Son of Man also confess before the angels of God;                but he who denies me in the presence of men will be denied in the presence of the angels of God.               
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Paradise: Canto XXI

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

Seventh Heaven: Sphere of Saturn - Spirits of those who had given themselves to devout contemplation - The Golden Stairway - St. Peter Damian - Predestination - The luxury of modern Prelates

The Divine Comedy - Paradise: Canto XXI

Again mine eyes were fix'd on Beatrice,

And with mine eyes my soul, that in her looks

Found all contentment. Yet no smile she wore

And, "Did I smile," quoth she, "thou wouldst be straight

Like Semele when into ashes turn'd:

For, mounting these eternal palace-stairs,

My beauty, which the loftier it climbs,

As thou hast noted, still doth kindle more,

So shines, that, were no temp'ring interpos'd,

Thy mortal puissance would from its rays

Shrink, as the leaf doth from the thunderbolt.

Into the seventh splendour are we wafted,

That underneath the burning lion's breast

Beams, in this hour, commingled with his might,

Thy mind be with thine eyes: and in them mirror'd

The shape, which in this mirror shall be shown."

Whoso can deem, how fondly I had fed

My sight upon her blissful countenance,

May know, when to new thoughts I chang'd, what joy

To do the bidding of my heav'nly guide:

In equal balance poising either weight.

Within the crystal, which records the name,

(As its remoter circle girds the world)

Of that lov'd monarch, in whose happy reign

No ill had power to harm, I saw rear'd up,

In colour like to sun-illumin'd gold.

The Divine Comedy - Paradise: Canto XXI

A ladder, which my ken pursued in vain,

So lofty was the summit; down whose steps

I saw the splendours in such multitude

Descending, ev'ry light in heav'n, methought,

Was shed thence. As the rooks, at dawn of day

Bestirring them to dry their feathers chill,

Some speed their way a-field, and homeward some,

Returning, cross their flight, while some abide

And wheel around their airy lodge; so seem'd

That glitterance, wafted on alternate wing,

As upon certain stair it met, and clash'd

Its shining. And one ling'ring near us, wax'd

So bright, that in my thought: said: "The love,

Which this betokens me, admits no doubt."

Unwillingly from question I refrain,

To her, by whom my silence and my speech

Are order'd, looking for a sign: whence she,

Who in the sight of Him, that seeth all,

Saw wherefore I was silent, prompted me

T' indulge the fervent wish; and I began:

"I am not worthy, of my own desert,

That thou shouldst answer me; but for her sake,

Who hath vouchsaf'd my asking, spirit blest!

That in thy joy art shrouded! say the cause,

Which bringeth thee so near: and wherefore, say,

Doth the sweet symphony of Paradise

Keep silence here, pervading with such sounds

Of rapt devotion ev'ry lower sphere?"

"Mortal art thou in hearing as in sight;"

Was the reply: "and what forbade the smile

Of Beatrice interrupts our song.

Only to yield thee gladness of my voice,

And of the light that vests me, I thus far

Descend these hallow'd steps: not that more love

Invites me; for lo! there aloft, as much

Or more of love is witness'd in those flames:

But such my lot by charity assign'd,

That makes us ready servants, as thou seest,

To execute the counsel of the Highest.

"That in this court," said I, "O sacred lamp!

Love no compulsion needs, but follows free

Th' eternal Providence, I well discern:

This harder find to deem, why of thy peers

Thou only to this office wert foredoom'd."

I had not ended, when, like rapid mill,

Upon its centre whirl'd the light; and then

The love, that did inhabit there, replied:

"Splendour eternal, piercing through these folds,

Its virtue to my vision knits, and thus

Supported, lifts me so above myself,

That on the sov'ran essence, which it wells from,

I have the power to gaze: and hence the joy,

Wherewith I sparkle, equaling with my blaze

The keenness of my sight. But not the soul,

That is in heav'n most lustrous, nor the seraph

That hath his eyes most fix'd on God, shall solve

What thou hast ask'd: for in th' abyss it lies

Of th' everlasting statute sunk so low,

That no created ken may fathom it.

And, to the mortal world when thou return'st,

Be this reported; that none henceforth dare

Direct his footsteps to so dread a bourn.

The mind, that here is radiant, on the earth

Is wrapt in mist. Look then if she may do,

Below, what passeth her ability,

When she is ta'en to heav'n." By words like these

Admonish'd, I the question urg'd no more;

And of the spirit humbly sued alone

T' instruct me of its state. "'Twixt either shore

Of Italy, nor distant from thy land,

A stony ridge ariseth, in such sort,

The thunder doth not lift his voice so high,

They call it Catria: at whose foot a cell

Is sacred to the lonely Eremite,

For worship set apart and holy rites."

A third time thus it spake; then added: "There

So firmly to God's service I adher'd,

That with no costlier viands than the juice

Of olives, easily I pass'd the heats

Of summer and the winter frosts, content

In heav'n-ward musings. Rich were the returns

And fertile, which that cloister once was us'd

To render to these heavens: now 't is fall'n

Into a waste so empty, that ere long

Detection must lay bare its vanity

Pietro Damiano there was I yclept:

Pietro the sinner, when before I dwelt

Beside the Adriatic, in the house

Of our blest Lady. Near upon my close

Of mortal life, through much importuning

I was constrain'd to wear the hat that still

From bad to worse it shifted.—Cephas came;

He came, who was the Holy Spirit's vessel,

Barefoot and lean, eating their bread, as chanc'd,

At the first table. Modern Shepherd's need

Those who on either hand may prop and lead them,

So burly are they grown: and from behind

Others to hoist them. Down the palfrey's sides

Spread their broad mantles, so as both the beasts

Are cover'd with one skin. O patience! thou

That lookst on this and doth endure so long."

I at those accents saw the splendours down

From step to step alight, and wheel, and wax,

Each circuiting, more beautiful. Round this

They came, and stay'd them; uttered them a shout

So loud, it hath no likeness here: nor I

Wist what it spake, so deaf'ning was the thunder."

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