The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto XV 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 XV

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

Second Ledge: the Envious - An Angel removes the second P from Dante's forehead - Discourse concerning the Sharing of Good - Ascent to the Third Ledge: the Wrathful - Examples of Forbearance seen in Vision

As much as 'twixt the third hour's close and dawn,

Appeareth of heav'n's sphere, that ever whirls

As restless as an infant in his play,

So much appear'd remaining to the sun

Of his slope journey towards the western goal.

Evening was there, and here the noon of night;

and full upon our forehead smote the beams.

For round the mountain, circling, so our path

Had led us, that toward the sun-set now

Direct we journey'd: when I felt a weight

Of more exceeding splendour, than before,

Press on my front. The cause unknown, amaze

Possess'd me, and both hands against my brow

Lifting, I interpos'd them, as a screen,

That of its gorgeous superflux of light

Clipp'd the diminish'd orb. As when the ray,

Striking On water or the surface clear

Of mirror, leaps unto the opposite part,

Ascending at a glance, e'en as it fell,

(And so much differs from the stone, that falls)

Through equal space, as practice skill hath shown;

Thus with refracted light before me seemed

The ground there smitten; whence in sudden haste

My sight recoil'd. "What is this, sire belov'd!

'Gainst which I strive to shield the sight in vain?"

Cried I, "and which towards us moving seems?"

"Marvel not, if the family of heav'n,"

He answer'd, "yet with dazzling radiance dim

Thy sense it is a messenger who comes,

Inviting man's ascent. Such sights ere long,

Not grievous, shall impart to thee delight,

As thy perception is by nature wrought

Up to their pitch." The blessed angel, soon

As we had reach'd him, hail'd us with glad voice:

"Here enter on a ladder far less steep

Than ye have yet encounter'd." We forthwith

Ascending, heard behind us chanted sweet,

"Blessed the merciful," and "happy thou!

That conquer'st." Lonely each, my guide and I

Pursued our upward way; and as we went,

Some profit from his words I hop'd to win,

And thus of him inquiring, fram'd my speech:

"What meant Romagna's spirit, when he spake

Of bliss exclusive with no partner shar'd?"

He straight replied: "No wonder, since he knows,

What sorrow waits on his own worst defect,

If he chide others, that they less may mourn.

Because ye point your wishes at a mark,

Where, by communion of possessors, part

Is lessen'd, envy bloweth up the sighs of men.

No fear of that might touch ye, if the love

Of higher sphere exalted your desire.

For there, by how much more they call it ours,

So much propriety of each in good

Increases more, and heighten'd charity

Wraps that fair cloister in a brighter flame."

"Now lack I satisfaction more," said I,

"Than if thou hadst been silent at the first,

And doubt more gathers on my lab'ring thought.

How can it chance, that good distributed,

The many, that possess it, makes more rich,

Than if 't were shar'd by few?" He answering thus:

"Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth,

Strikes darkness from true light. The highest good

Unlimited, ineffable, doth so speed

To love, as beam to lucid body darts,

Giving as much of ardour as it finds.

The sempiternal effluence streams abroad

Spreading, wherever charity extends.

So that the more aspirants to that bliss

Are multiplied, more good is there to love,

And more is lov'd; as mirrors, that reflect,

Each unto other, propagated light.

If these my words avail not to allay

Thy thirsting, Beatrice thou shalt see,

Who of this want, and of all else thou hast,

Shall rid thee to the full. Provide but thou

That from thy temples may be soon eras'd,

E'en as the two already, those five scars,

That when they pain thee worst, then kindliest heal,"

"Thou," I had said, "content'st me," when I saw

The other round was gain'd, and wond'ring eyes

Did keep me mute. There suddenly I seem'd

By an ecstatic vision wrapt away;

And in a temple saw, methought, a crowd

Of many persons; and at th' entrance stood

A dame, whose sweet demeanour did express

A mother's love, who said, "Child! why hast thou

Dealt with us thus? Behold thy sire and I

Sorrowing have sought thee;" and so held her peace,

And straight the vision fled. A female next

Appear'd before me, down whose visage cours'd

Those waters, that grief forces out from one

By deep resentment stung, who seem'd to say:

"If thou, Pisistratus, be lord indeed

Over this city, nam'd with such debate

Of adverse gods, and whence each science sparkles,

Avenge thee of those arms, whose bold embrace

Hath clasp'd our daughter; "and to fuel, meseem'd,

Benign and meek, with visage undisturb'd,

Her sovran spake: "How shall we those requite,

Who wish us evil, if we thus condemn

The man that loves us?" After that I saw

A multitude, in fury burning, slay

With stones a stripling youth, and shout amain

"Destroy, destroy!" and him I saw, who bow'd

Heavy with death unto the ground, yet made

His eyes, unfolded upward, gates to heav'n,

The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto XV

Praying forgiveness of th' Almighty Sire,

Amidst that cruel conflict, on his foes,

With looks, that With compassion to their aim.

Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight

Returning, sought again the things, whose truth

Depends not on her shaping, I observ'd

How she had rov'd to no unreal scenes

Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov'd,

As one, who struggles to shake off his sleep,

Exclaim'd: "What ails thee, that thou canst not hold

Thy footing firm, but more than half a league

Hast travel'd with clos'd eyes and tott'ring gait,

Like to a man by wine or sleep o'ercharg'd?"

"Beloved father! so thou deign," said I,

"To listen, I will tell thee what appear'd

Before me, when so fail'd my sinking steps."

He thus: "Not if thy Countenance were mask'd

With hundred vizards, could a thought of thine

How small soe'er, elude me. What thou saw'st

Was shown, that freely thou mightst ope thy heart

To the waters of peace, that flow diffus'd

From their eternal fountain. I not ask'd,

What ails thee? for such cause as he doth, who

Looks only with that eye which sees no more,

When spiritless the body lies; but ask'd,

To give fresh vigour to thy foot. Such goads

The slow and loit'ring need; that they be found

Not wanting, when their hour of watch returns."

So on we journey'd through the evening sky

Gazing intent, far onward, as our eyes

With level view could stretch against the bright

Vespertine ray: and lo! by slow degrees

Gath'ring, a fog made tow'rds us, dark as night.

There was no room for 'scaping; and that mist

Bereft us, both of sight and the pure air.


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