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Don't be anxious for your life, what you will eat, nor yet for your body, what you will wear.                Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing.                Consider the ravens: they don't sow, they don't reap, they have no warehouse or barn, and God feeds them. How much more valuable are you than birds!                Which of you by being anxious can add a cubit to his height?                If then you aren't able to do even the least things, why are you anxious about the rest?                Consider the lilies, how they grow. They don't toil, neither do they spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.                But if this is how God clothes the grass in the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith?                Don't seek what you will eat or what you will drink; neither be anxious.                For the nations of the world seek after all of these things, but your Father knows that you need these things.                But seek God's Kingdom, and all these things will be added to you.               
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Paradise: Canto XXII

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

Seventh Heaven: Sphere of Saturn - Beatrice reassures Dante - St. Benedict appears - He tells of the founding of his Order, and of the falling away of its brethren. Beatrice and Dante ascend to the Starry Heaven - The constellation of the Twins - Sight of the Earth

Astounded, to the guardian of my steps

I turn'd me, like the chill, who always runs

Thither for succour, where he trusteth most,

And she was like the mother, who her son

Beholding pale and breathless, with her voice

Soothes him, and he is cheer'd; for thus she spake,

Soothing me: "Know'st not thou, thou art in heav'n?

And know'st not thou, whatever is in heav'n,

Is holy, and that nothing there is done

But is done zealously and well? Deem now,

What change in thee the song, and what my smile

had wrought, since thus the shout had pow'r to move thee.

In which couldst thou have understood their prayers,

The vengeance were already known to thee,

Which thou must witness ere thy mortal hour,

The sword of heav'n is not in haste to smite,

Nor yet doth linger, save unto his seeming,

Who in desire or fear doth look for it.

But elsewhere now l bid thee turn thy view;

So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold."

Mine eyes directing, as she will'd, I saw

A hundred little spheres, that fairer grew

By interchange of splendour. I remain'd,

As one, who fearful of o'er-much presuming,

Abates in him the keenness of desire,

Nor dares to question, when amid those pearls,

One largest and most lustrous onward drew,

That it might yield contentment to my wish;

And from within it these the sounds I heard.

"If thou, like me, beheldst the charity

That burns amongst us, what thy mind conceives,

Were utter'd. But that, ere the lofty bound

Thou reach, expectance may not weary thee,

I will make answer even to the thought,

Which thou hast such respect of. In old days,

That mountain, at whose side Cassino rests,

Was on its height frequented by a race

Deceived and ill dispos'd: and I it was,

Who thither carried first the name of Him,

Who brought the soul-subliming truth to man.

And such a speeding grace shone over me,

That from their impious worship I reclaim'd

The dwellers round about, who with the world

Were in delusion lost. These other flames,

The spirits of men contemplative, were all

Enliven'd by that warmth, whose kindly force

Gives birth to flowers and fruits of holiness.

Here is Macarius; Romoaldo here:

And here my brethren, who their steps refrain'd

Within the cloisters, and held firm their heart."

I answ'ring, thus; "Thy gentle words and kind,

And this the cheerful semblance, I behold

Not unobservant, beaming in ye all,

Have rais'd assurance in me, wakening it

Full-blossom'd in my bosom, as a rose

Before the sun, when the consummate flower

Has spread to utmost amplitude. Of thee

Therefore entreat I, father! to declare

If I may gain such favour, as to gaze

Upon thine image, by no covering veil'd."

"Brother!" he thus rejoin'd, "in the last sphere

Expect completion of thy lofty aim,

For there on each desire completion waits,

And there on mine: where every aim is found

Perfect, entire, and for fulfillment ripe.

There all things are as they have ever been:

For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,

Our ladder reaches even to that clime,

And so at giddy distance mocks thy view.

Thither the Patriarch Jacob saw it stretch

Its topmost round, when it appear'd to him

With angels laden. But to mount it now

None lifts his foot from earth: and hence my rule

Is left a profitless stain upon the leaves;

The walls, for abbey rear'd, turned into dens,

The cowls to sacks choak'd up with musty meal.

Foul usury doth not more lift itself

Against God's pleasure, than that fruit which makes

The hearts of monks so wanton: for whate'er

Is in the church's keeping, all pertains.

To such, as sue for heav'n's sweet sake, and not

To those who in respect of kindred claim,

Or on more vile allowance. Mortal flesh

Is grown so dainty, good beginnings last not

From the oak's birth, unto the acorn's setting.

His convent Peter founded without gold

Or silver; I with pray'rs and fasting mine;

And Francis his in meek humility.

And if thou note the point, whence each proceeds,

Then look what it hath err'd to, thou shalt find

The white grown murky. Jordan was turn'd back;

And a less wonder, then the refluent sea,

May at God's pleasure work amendment here."

So saying, to his assembly back he drew:

And they together cluster'd into one,

Then all roll'd upward like an eddying wind.

The sweet dame beckon'd me to follow them:

And, by that influence only, so prevail'd

Over my nature, that no natural motion,

Ascending or descending here below,

Had, as I mounted, with my pennon vied.

So, reader, as my hope is to return

Unto the holy triumph, for the which

I ofttimes wail my sins, and smite my breast,

Thou hadst been longer drawing out and thrusting

Thy finger in the fire, than I was, ere

The sign, that followeth Taurus, I beheld,

And enter'd its precinct. O glorious stars!

O light impregnate with exceeding virtue!

To whom whate'er of genius lifteth me

Above the vulgar, grateful I refer;

With ye the parent of all mortal life

Arose and set, when I did first inhale

The Tuscan air; and afterward, when grace

Vouchsaf'd me entrance to the lofty wheel

That in its orb impels ye, fate decreed

My passage at your clime. To you my soul

Devoutly sighs, for virtue even now

To meet the hard emprize that draws me on.

"Thou art so near the sum of blessedness,"

Said Beatrice, "that behooves thy ken

Be vigilant and clear. And, to this end,

Or even thou advance thee further, hence

Look downward, and contemplate, what a world

Already stretched under our feet there lies:

So as thy heart may, in its blithest mood,

Present itself to the triumphal throng,

Which through the' etherial concave comes rejoicing."

I straight obey'd; and with mine eye return'd

Through all the seven spheres, and saw this globe

So pitiful of semblance, that perforce

It moved my smiles: and him in truth I hold

For wisest, who esteems it least: whose thoughts

Elsewhere are fix'd, him worthiest call and best.

I saw the daughter of Latona shine

Without the shadow, whereof late I deem'd

That dense and rare were cause. Here I sustain'd

The visage, Hyperion! of thy sun;

And mark'd, how near him with their circle, round

Move Maia and Dione; here discern'd

Jove's tempering 'twixt his sire and son; and hence

Their changes and their various aspects

Distinctly scann'd. Nor might I not descry

Of all the seven, how bulky each, how swift;

Nor of their several distances not learn.

This petty area (o'er the which we stride

So fiercely), as along the eternal twins

I wound my way, appear'd before me all,

Forth from the havens stretch'd unto the hills.

Then to the beauteous eyes mine eyes return'd.

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