The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto X Christianity - Books
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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Purgatory: Canto X

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

First Ledge: the Proud - Examples of Humility sculptured on the Rock

When we had passed the threshold of the gate

(Which the soul's ill affection doth disuse,

Making the crooked seem the straighter path),

I heard its closing sound. Had mine eyes turn'd,

For that offence what plea might have avail'd?

We mounted up the riven rock, that wound

On either side alternate, as the wave

Flies and advances. "Here some little art

Behooves us," said my leader, "that our steps

Observe the varying flexure of the path."

Thus we so slowly sped, that with cleft orb

The moon once more o'erhangs her wat'ry couch,

Ere we that strait have threaded. But when free

We came and open, where the mount above

One solid mass retires, I spent, with toil,

And both, uncertain of the way, we stood,

Upon a plain more lonesome, than the roads

That traverse desert wilds. From whence the brink

Borders upon vacuity, to foot

Of the steep bank, that rises still, the space

Had measur'd thrice the stature of a man:

And, distant as mine eye could wing its flight,

To leftward now and now to right dispatch'd,

That cornice equal in extent appear'd.

Not yet our feet had on that summit mov'd,

When I discover'd that the bank around,

Whose proud uprising all ascent denied,

Was marble white, and so exactly wrought

With quaintest sculpture, that not there alone

Had Polycletus, but e'en nature's self

Been sham'd. The angel who came down to earth

With tidings of the peace so many years

Wept for in vain, that op'd the heavenly gates

From their long interdict before us seem'd,

In a sweet act, so sculptur'd to the life,

He look'd no silent image. One had sworn

He had said, "Hail!" for she was imag'd there,

By whom the key did open to God's love,

And in her act as sensibly impress

That word, "Behold the handmaid of the Lord,"

As figure seal'd on wax. "Fix not thy mind

On one place only," said the guide belov'd,

Who had me near him on that part where lies

The heart of man. My sight forthwith I turn'd

And mark'd, behind the virgin mother's form,

Upon that side, where he, that mov'd me, stood,

Another story graven on the rock.

I passed athwart the bard, and drew me near,

That it might stand more aptly for my view.

There in the self-same marble were engrav'd

The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,

That from unbidden office awes mankind.

Before it came much people; and the whole

Parted in seven quires. One sense cried, "Nay,"

Another, "Yes, they sing." Like doubt arose

Betwixt the eye and smell, from the curl'd fume

Of incense breathing up the well-wrought toil.

Preceding the blest vessel, onward came

With light dance leaping, girt in humble guise,

Sweet Israel's harper: in that hap he seem'd

Less and yet more than kingly. Opposite,

At a great palace, from the lattice forth

Look'd Michol, like a lady full of scorn

And sorrow. To behold the tablet next,

Which at the hack of Michol whitely shone,

I mov'd me. There was storied on the rock

The' exalted glory of the Roman prince,

Whose mighty worth mov'd Gregory to earn

His mighty conquest, Trajan th' Emperor.

A widow at his bridle stood, attir'd

In tears and mourning. Round about them troop'd

Full throng of knights, and overhead in gold

The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.

The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto X

The wretch appear'd amid all these to say:

"Grant vengeance, sire! for, woe beshrew this heart

My son is murder'd." He replying seem'd;

"Wait now till I return." And she, as one

Made hasty by her grief; "O sire, if thou

Dost not return?"—"Where I am, who then is,

May right thee."—"What to thee is other's good,

If thou neglect thy own?"—"Now comfort thee,"

At length he answers. "It beseemeth well

My duty be perform'd, ere I move hence:

So justice wills; and pity bids me stay."

He, whose ken nothing new surveys, produc'd

That visible speaking, new to us and strange

The like not found on earth. Fondly I gaz'd

Upon those patterns of meek humbleness,

Shapes yet more precious for their artist's sake,

When "Lo," the poet whisper'd, "where this way

(But slack their pace), a multitude advance.

These to the lofty steps shall guide us on."

Mine eyes, though bent on view of novel sights

Their lov'd allurement, were not slow to turn.

Reader! I would not that amaz'd thou miss

Of thy good purpose, hearing how just God

Decrees our debts be cancel'd. Ponder not

The form of suff'ring. Think on what succeeds,

Think that at worst beyond the mighty doom

It cannot pass. "Instructor," I began,

"What I see hither tending, bears no trace

Of human semblance, nor of aught beside

That my foil'd sight can guess." He answering thus:

"So courb'd to earth, beneath their heavy teems

Of torment stoop they, that mine eye at first

Struggled as thine. But look intently thither,

An disentangle with thy lab'ring view,

What underneath those stones approacheth: now,

E'en now, mayst thou discern the pangs of each."

Christians and proud! O poor and wretched ones!

That feeble in the mind's eye, lean your trust

Upon unstaid perverseness! Know ye not

That we are worms, yet made at last to form

The winged insect, imp'd with angel plumes

That to heaven's justice unobstructed soars?

Why buoy ye up aloft your unfleg'd souls?

Abortive then and shapeless ye remain,

Like the untimely embryon of a worm!

As, to support incumbent floor or roof,

For corbel is a figure sometimes seen,

That crumples up its knees unto its breast,

With the feign'd posture stirring ruth unfeign'd

In the beholder's fancy; so I saw

These fashion'd, when I noted well their guise.

Each, as his back was laden, came indeed

Or more or less contract; but it appear'd

As he, who show'd most patience in his look,

Wailing exclaim'd: "I can endure no more."

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