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If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don't have love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal.                If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but don't have love, I am nothing.                If I dole out all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but don't have love, it profits me nothing.                Love is patient and is kind; love doesn't envy. Love doesn't brag, is not proud, doesn't behave itself inappropriately, doesn't seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn't rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will be done away with.               
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Purgatory: Canto XIX

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

Fourth Ledge: the Slothful - Dante dreams of the Siren - The Angel of the Pass - Ascent to the Fifth Ledge - Pope Adrian V

It was the hour, when of diurnal heat

No reliques chafe the cold beams of the moon,

O'erpower'd by earth, or planetary sway

Of Saturn; and the geomancer sees

His Greater Fortune up the east ascend,

Where gray dawn checkers first the shadowy cone;

When 'fore me in my dream a woman's shape

There came, with lips that stammer'd, eyes aslant,

Distorted feet, hands maim'd, and colour pale.

I look'd upon her; and as sunshine cheers

Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look

Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form

Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face

With love's own hue illum'd. Recov'ring speech

She forthwith warbling such a strain began,

That I, how loth soe'er, could scarce have held

Attention from the song. "I," thus she sang,

"I am the Siren, she, whom mariners

On the wide sea are wilder'd when they hear:

Such fulness of delight the list'ner feels.

I from his course Ulysses by my lay

Enchanted drew. Whoe'er frequents me once

Parts seldom; so I charm him, and his heart

Contented knows no void." Or ere her mouth

Was clos'd, to shame her at her side appear'd

A dame of semblance holy. With stern voice

She utter'd; "Say, O Virgil, who is this?"

Which hearing, he approach'd, with eyes still bent

Toward that goodly presence: th' other seiz'd her,

And, her robes tearing, open'd her before,

And show'd the belly to me, whence a smell,

Exhaling loathsome, wak'd me. Round I turn'd

Mine eyes, and thus the teacher: "At the least

Three times my voice hath call'd thee. Rise, begone.

Let us the opening find where thou mayst pass."

I straightway rose. Now day, pour'd down from high,

Fill'd all the circuits of the sacred mount;

And, as we journey'd, on our shoulder smote

The early ray. I follow'd, stooping low

My forehead, as a man, o'ercharg'd with thought,

Who bends him to the likeness of an arch,

That midway spans the flood; when thus I heard,

"Come, enter here," in tone so soft and mild,

As never met the ear on mortal strand.

With swan-like wings dispread and pointing up,

Who thus had spoken marshal'd us along,

Where each side of the solid masonry

The sloping, walls retir'd; then mov'd his plumes,

And fanning us, affirm'd that those, who mourn,

Are blessed, for that comfort shall be theirs.

"What aileth thee, that still thou look'st to earth?"

Began my leader; while th' angelic shape

A little over us his station took.

The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto XIX

"New vision," I replied, "hath rais'd in me

Surmizings strange and anxious doubts, whereon

My soul intent allows no other thought

Or room or entrance."—"Hast thou seen," said he,

"That old enchantress, her, whose wiles alone

The spirits o'er us weep for? Hast thou seen

How man may free him of her bonds? Enough.

Let thy heels spurn the earth, and thy rais'd ken

Fix on the lure, which heav'n's eternal King

Whirls in the rolling spheres." As on his feet

The falcon first looks down, then to the sky

Turns, and forth stretches eager for the food,

That woos him thither; so the call I heard,

So onward, far as the dividing rock

Gave way, I journey'd, till the plain was reach'd.

On the fifth circle when I stood at large,

A race appear'd before me, on the ground

All downward lying prone and weeping sore.

"My soul hath cleaved to the dust," I heard

With sighs so deep, they well nigh choak'd the words.

"O ye elect of God, whose penal woes

Both hope and justice mitigate, direct

Tow'rds the steep rising our uncertain way."

"If ye approach secure from this our doom,

Prostration—and would urge your course with speed,

See that ye still to rightward keep the brink."

So them the bard besought; and such the words,

Beyond us some short space, in answer came.

I noted what remain'd yet hidden from them:

Thence to my liege's eyes mine eyes I bent,

And he, forthwith interpreting their suit,

Beckon'd his glad assent. Free then to act,

As pleas'd me, I drew near, and took my stand

O`er that shade, whose words I late had mark'd.

And, "Spirit!" I said, "in whom repentant tears

Mature that blessed hour, when thou with God

Shalt find acceptance, for a while suspend

For me that mightier care. Say who thou wast,

Why thus ye grovel on your bellies prone,

And if in aught ye wish my service there,

Whence living I am come." He answering spake

"The cause why Heav'n our back toward his cope

Reverses, shalt thou know: but me know first

The successor of Peter, and the name

And title of my lineage from that stream,

That' twixt Chiaveri and Siestri draws

His limpid waters through the lowly glen.

A month and little more by proof I learnt,

With what a weight that robe of sov'reignty

Upon his shoulder rests, who from the mire

Would guard it: that each other fardel seems

But feathers in the balance. Late, alas!

Was my conversion: but when I became

Rome's pastor, I discern'd at once the dream

And cozenage of life, saw that the heart

Rested not there, and yet no prouder height

Lur'd on the climber: wherefore, of that life

No more enamour'd, in my bosom love

Of purer being kindled. For till then

I was a soul in misery, alienate

From God, and covetous of all earthly things;

Now, as thou seest, here punish'd for my doting.

Such cleansing from the taint of avarice

Do spirits converted need. This mount inflicts

No direr penalty. E'en as our eyes

Fasten'd below, nor e'er to loftier clime

Were lifted, thus hath justice level'd us

Here on the earth. As avarice quench'd our love

Of good, without which is no working, thus

Here justice holds us prison'd, hand and foot

Chain'd down and bound, while heaven's just Lord shall please.

So long to tarry motionless outstretch'd."

My knees I stoop'd, and would have spoke; but he,

Ere my beginning, by his ear perceiv'd

I did him reverence; and "What cause," said he,

"Hath bow'd thee thus!"—"Compunction," I rejoin'd.

"And inward awe of your high dignity."

"Up," he exclaim'd, "brother! upon thy feet

Arise: err not: thy fellow servant I,

(Thine and all others') of one Sovran Power.

If thou hast ever mark'd those holy sounds

Of gospel truth, 'nor shall be given ill marriage,'

Thou mayst discern the reasons of my speech.

Go thy ways now; and linger here no more.

Thy tarrying is a let unto the tears,

With which I hasten that whereof thou spak'st.

I have on earth a kinswoman; her name

Alagia, worthy in herself, so ill

Example of our house corrupt her not:

And she is all remaineth of me there."



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