The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto XXX Christianity - Books
“I am Yahweh your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.                “You shall have no other gods before me.                “You shall not make for yourselves an idol, nor any image of anything that is in the heavens above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: you shall not bow yourself down to them, nor serve them, for I, Yahweh your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children, on the third and on the fourth generation of those who hate me, and showing loving kindness to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments.                “You shall not take the name of Yahweh your God in vain, for Yahweh will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain.                “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. You shall labor six days, and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to Yahweh your God. You shall not do any work in it, you, nor your son, nor your daughter, your male servant, nor your female servant, nor your livestock, nor your stranger who is within your gates; for in six days Yahweh made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day; therefore Yahweh blessed the Sabbath day, and made it holy.                “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land which Yahweh your God gives you.                “You shall not murder.                “You shall not commit adultery.                “You shall not steal.                “You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.                “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor’s.”
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Purgatory: Canto XXX

Contents: "The Divine Comedy"

The Earthly Paradise - Beatrice appears - Departure of Virgil - Reproof of Dante by Beatrice

Soon as the polar light, which never knows

Setting nor rising, nor the shadowy veil

Of other cloud than sin, fair ornament

Of the first heav'n, to duty each one there

Safely convoying, as that lower doth

The steersman to his port, stood firmly fix'd;

Forthwith the saintly tribe, who in the van

Between the Gryphon and its radiance came,

Did turn them to the car, as to their rest:

And one, as if commission'd from above,

In holy chant thrice shorted forth aloud:

"Come, spouse, from Libanus!" and all the rest

Took up the song—At the last audit so

The blest shall rise, from forth his cavern each

Uplifting lightly his new-vested flesh,

As, on the sacred litter, at the voice

Authoritative of that elder, sprang

A hundred ministers and messengers

Of life eternal. "Blessed thou! who com'st!"

And, "O," they cried, "from full hands scatter ye

Unwith'ring lilies;" and, so saying, cast

Flowers over head and round them on all sides.

I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,

The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky

Oppos'd, one deep and beautiful serene,

And the sun's face so shaded, and with mists

Attemper'd at lids rising, that the eye

Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud

Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,

And down, within and outside of the car,

Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd,

A virgin in my view appear'd, beneath

Green mantle, rob'd in hue of living flame:

The Divine Comedy - Purgatory: Canto XXX

And o'er my Spirit, that in former days

Within her presence had abode so long,

No shudd'ring terror crept. Mine eyes no more

Had knowledge of her; yet there mov'd from her

A hidden virtue, at whose touch awak'd,

The power of ancient love was strong within me.

No sooner on my vision streaming, smote

The heav'nly influence, which years past, and e'en

In childhood, thrill'd me, than towards Virgil I

Turn'd me to leftward, panting, like a babe,

That flees for refuge to his mother's breast,

If aught have terrified or work'd him woe:

And would have cried: "There is no dram of blood,

That doth not quiver in me. The old flame

Throws out clear tokens of reviving fire:"

But Virgil had bereav'd us of himself,

Virgil, my best-lov'd father; Virgil, he

To whom I gave me up for safety: nor,

All, our prime mother lost, avail'd to save

My undew'd cheeks from blur of soiling tears.

"Dante, weep not, that Virgil leaves thee: nay,

Weep thou not yet: behooves thee feel the edge

Of other sword, and thou shalt weep for that."

As to the prow or stern, some admiral

Paces the deck, inspiriting his crew,

When 'mid the sail-yards all hands ply aloof;

Thus on the left side of the car I saw,

(Turning me at the sound of mine own name,

Which here I am compell'd to register)

The virgin station'd, who before appeared

Veil'd in that festive shower angelical.

Towards me, across the stream, she bent her eyes;

Though from her brow the veil descending, bound

With foliage of Minerva, suffer'd not

That I beheld her clearly; then with act

Full royal, still insulting o'er her thrall,

Added, as one, who speaking keepeth back

The bitterest saying, to conclude the speech:

"Observe me well. I am, in sooth, I am

Beatrice. What! and hast thou deign'd at last

Approach the mountain? knewest not, O man!

Thy happiness is whole?" Down fell mine eyes

On the clear fount, but there, myself espying,

Recoil'd, and sought the greensward: such a weight

Of shame was on my forehead. With a mien

Of that stern majesty, which doth surround

mother's presence to her awe-struck child,

She look'd; a flavour of such bitterness

Was mingled in her pity. There her words

Brake off, and suddenly the angels sang:

"In thee, O gracious Lord, my hope hath been:"

But went no farther than, "Thou Lord, hast set

My feet in ample room." As snow, that lies

Amidst the living rafters on the back

Of Italy congeal'd when drifted high

And closely pil'd by rough Sclavonian blasts,

Breathe but the land whereon no shadow falls,

And straightway melting it distils away,

Like a fire-wasted taper: thus was I,

Without a sigh or tear, or ever these

Did sing, that with the chiming of heav'n's sphere,

Still in their warbling chime: but when the strain

Of dulcet symphony, express'd for me

Their soft compassion, more than could the words

"Virgin, why so consum'st him?" then the ice,

Congeal'd about my bosom, turn'd itself

To spirit and water, and with anguish forth

Gush'd through the lips and eyelids from the heart.

Upon the chariot's right edge still she stood,

Immovable, and thus address'd her words

To those bright semblances with pity touch'd:

"Ye in th' eternal day your vigils keep,

So that nor night nor slumber, with close stealth,

Conveys from you a single step in all

The goings on of life: thence with more heed

I shape mine answer, for his ear intended,

Who there stands weeping, that the sorrow now

May equal the transgression. Not alone

Through operation of the mighty orbs,

That mark each seed to some predestin'd aim,

As with aspect or fortunate or ill

The constellations meet, but through benign

Largess of heav'nly graces, which rain down

From such a height, as mocks our vision, this man

Was in the freshness of his being, such,

So gifted virtually, that in him

All better habits wond'rously had thriv'd.

The more of kindly strength is in the soil,

So much doth evil seed and lack of culture

Mar it the more, and make it run to wildness.

These looks sometime upheld him; for I show'd

My youthful eyes, and led him by their light

In upright walking. Soon as I had reach'd

The threshold of my second age, and chang'd

My mortal for immortal, then he left me,

And gave himself to others. When from flesh

To spirit I had risen, and increase

Of beauty and of virtue circled me,

I was less dear to him, and valued less.

His steps were turn'd into deceitful ways,

Following false images of good, that make

No promise perfect. Nor avail'd me aught

To sue for inspirations, with the which,

I, both in dreams of night, and otherwise,

Did call him back; of them so little reck'd him,

Such depth he fell, that all device was short

Of his preserving, save that he should view

The children of perdition. To this end

I visited the purlieus of the dead:

And one, who hath conducted him thus high,

Receiv'd my supplications urg'd with weeping.

It were a breaking of God's high decree,

If Lethe should be past, and such food tasted

Without the cost of some repentant tear."

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