Above　itself；　unless　another　guide　it。
  Thus　much　upon　that　point　can　I　repeat；
  That；　her　again　beholding；　my　affection
  From　every　other　longing　was　released。
  While　the　eternal　pleasure；　which　direct
  Rayed　upon　Beatrice；　from　her　fair　face
  Contented　me　with　its　reflected　aspect；
  Conquering　me　with　the　radiance　of　a　smile；
  She　said　to　me；　〃Turn　thee　about　and　listen；
  Not　in　mine　eyes　alone　is　Paradise。〃
  Even　as　sometimes　here　do　we　behold
  The　affection　in　the　look；　if　it　be　such
  That　all　the　soul　is　wrapt　away　by　it；
  So；　by　the　flaming　of　the　effulgence　holy
  To　which　I　turned；　I　recognized　therein
  The　wish　of　speaking　to　me　somewhat　farther。
  And　it　began：　〃In　this　fifth　resting…place
  Upon　the　tree　that　liveth　by　its　summit；
  And　aye　bears　fruit；　and　never　loses　leaf；
  Are　blessed　spirits　that　below；　ere　yet
  They　came　to　Heaven；　were　of　such　great　renown
  That　every　Muse　therewith　would　affluent　be。
  Therefore　look　thou　upon　the　cross's　horns；
  He　whom　I　now　shall　name　will　there　enact
  What　doth　within　a　cloud　its　own　swift　fire。〃
  I　saw　athwart　the　Cross　a　splendour　drawn
  By　naming　Joshua；　（even　as　he　did　it；）
  Nor　noted　I　the　word　before　the　deed；
  And　at　the　name　of　the　great　Maccabee
  I　saw　another　move　itself　revolving；
  And　gladness　was　the　whip　unto　that　top。
  Likewise　for　Charlemagne　and　for　Orlando；
  Two　of　them　my　regard　attentive　followed
  As　followeth　the　eye　its　falcon　flying。
  William　thereafterward；　and　Renouard；
  And　the　Duke　Godfrey；　did　attract　my　sight
  Along　upon　that　Cross；　and　Robert　Guiscard。
  Then；　moved　and　mingled　with　the　other　lights；
  The　soul　that　had　addressed　me　showed　how　great
  An　artist　'twas　among　the　heavenly　singers。
  To　my　right　side　I　turned　myself　around；
  My　duty　to　behold　in　Beatrice
  Either　by　words　or　gesture　signified；
  And　so　translucent　I　beheld　her　eyes；
  So　full　of　pleasure；　that　her　countenance
  Surpassed　its　other　and　its　latest　wont。
  And　as；　by　feeling　greater　delectation；
  A　man　in　doing　good　from　day　to　day
  Becomes　aware　his　virtue　is　increasing；
  So　I　became　aware　that　my　gyration
  With　heaven　together　had　increased　its　arc；
  That　miracle　beholding　more　adorned。
  And　such　as　is　the　change；　in　little　lapse
  Of　time；　in　a　pale　woman；　when　her　face
  Is　from　the　load　of　bashfulness　unladen；
  Such　was　it　in　mine　eyes；　when　I　had　turned；
  Caused　by　the　whiteness　of　the　temperate　star；
  The　sixth；　which　to　itself　had　gathered　me。
  Within　that　Jovial　torch　did　I　behold
  The　sparkling　of　the　love　which　was　therein
  Delineate　our　language　to　mine　eyes。
  And　even　as　birds　uprisen　from　the　shore；
  As　in　congratulation　o'er　their　food；
  Make　squadrons　of　themselves；　now　round；　now　long；
  So　from　within　those　lights　the　holy　creatures
  Sang　flying　to　and　fro；　and　in　their　figures
  Made　of　themselves　now　D；　now　I；　now　L。
  First　singing　they　to　their　own　music　moved；
  Then　one　becoming　of　these　characters；
  A　little　while　they　rested　and　were　silent。
  O　divine　Pegasea；　thou　who　genius
  Dost　glorious　make；　and　render　it　long…lived；
  And　this　through　thee　the　cities　and　the　kingdoms；
  Illume　me　with　thyself；　that　I　may　bring
  Their　figures　out　as　I　have　them　conceived！
  Apparent　be　thy　power　in　these　brief　verses！
  Themselves　then　they　displayed　in　five　times　seven
  Vowels　and　consonants；　and　I　observed
  The　parts　as　they　seemed　spoken　unto　me。
  'Diligite　justitiam；'　these　were
  First　verb　and　noun　of　all　that　was　depicted；
  'Qui　judicatis　terram'　were　the　last。
  Thereafter　in　the　M　of　the　fifth　word
  Remained　they　so　arranged；　that　Jupiter
  Seemed　to　be　silver　there　with　gold　inlaid。
  And　other　lights　I　saw　descend　where　was
  The　summit　of　the　M；　and　pause　there　singing
  The　good；　I　think；　that　draws　them　to　itself。
  Then；　as　in　striking　upon　burning　logs
  Upward　there　fly　innumerable　sparks；
  Whence　fools　are　wont　to　look　for　auguries；
  More　than　a　thousand　lights　seemed　thence　to　rise；
  And　to　ascend；　some　more；　and　others　less；
  Even　as　the　Sun　that　lights　them　had　allotted；
  And；　each　one　being　quiet　in　its　place；
  The　head　and　neck　beheld　I　of　an　eagle
  Delineated　by　that　inlaid　fire。
  He　who　there　paints　has　none　to　be　his　guide；
  But　Himself　guides；　and　is　from　Him　remembered
  That　virtue　which　is　form　unto　the　nest。
  The　other　beatitude；　that　contented　seemed
  At　first　to　bloom　a　lily　on　the　M；
  By　a　slight　motion　followed　out　the　imprint。
  O　gentle　star！　what　and　how　many　gems
  Did　demonstrate　to　me；　that　all　our　justice
  Effect　is　of　that　heaven　which　thou　ingemmest！
  Wherefore　I　pray　the　Mind；　in　which　begin
  Thy　motion　and　thy　virtue；　to　regard
  Whence　comes　the　smoke　that　vitiates　thy　rays；
  So　that　a　second　time　it　now　be　wroth
  With　buying　and　with　selling　in　the　temple
  Whose　walls　were　built　with　signs　and　martyrdoms！
  O　soldiery　of　heaven；　whom　I　contemplate；
  Implore　for　those　who　are　upon　the　earth
  All　gone　astray　after　the　bad　example！
  Once　'twas　the　custom　to　make　war　with　swords；
  But　now　'tis　made　by　taking　here　and　there
  The　bread　the　pitying　Father　shuts　from　none。
  Yet　thou；　who　writest　but　to　cancel；　think
  That　Peter　and　that　Paul；　who　for　this　vineyard
  Which　thou　art　spoiling　died；　are　still　alive！
  Well　canst　thou　say：　〃So　steadfast　my　desire
  Is　unto　him　who　willed　to　live　alone；
  And　for　a　dance　was　led　to　martyrdom；
  That　I　know　not　the　Fisherman　nor　Paul。〃
  Paradiso：　Canto　XIX
  Appeared　before　me　with　its　wings　outspread
  The　beautiful　image　that　in　sweet　fruition
  Made　jubilant　the　interwoven　souls；
  Appeared　a　little　ruby　each；　wherein
  Ray　of　the　sun　was　burning　so　enkindled
  That　each　into　mine　eyes　refracted　it。
  And　what　it　now　behoves　me　to　retrace
  Nor　voice　has　e'er　reported；　nor　ink　written；
  Nor　was　by　fantasy　e'er　comprehended；
  For　speak　I　saw；　and　likewise　heard；　the　beak；
  And　utter　with　its　voice　both　'I'　and　'My；'
  When　in　conception　it　was　'We'　and　'Our。'
  And　it　began：　〃Being　just　and　merciful
  Am　I　exalted　here　unto　that　glory
  Which　cannot　be　exceeded　by　desire；
  And　upon　earth　I　left　my　memory
  Such；　that　the　evil…minded　people　there
  Commend　it；　but　continue　not　the　story。〃
  So　doth　a　single　heat　from　many　embers
  Make　itself　felt；　even　as　from　many　loves
  Issued　a　single　sound　from　out　that　image。
  Whence　I　thereafter：　〃O　perpetual　flowers
  Of　the　eternal　joy；　that　only　one
  Make　me　perceive　your　odours　manifold；
  Exhaling；　break　within　me　the　great　fast
  Which　a　long　season　has　in　hunger　held　me；
  Not　finding　for　it　any　food　on　earth。
  Well　do　I　know；　that　if　in　heaven　its　mirror
  Justice　Divine　another　realm　doth　make；
  Yours　apprehends　it　not　through　any　veil。
  You　know　how　I　attentively　address　me
  To　listen；　and　you　know　what　is　the　doubt
  That　is　in　me　so　very　old　a　fast。〃
  Even　as　a　falcon；　issuing　from　his　hood；
  Doth　move　his　head；　and　with　his　wings　applaud　him；
  Showing　desire；　and　making　himself　fine；
  Saw　I　become　that　standard；　which　of　lauds
  Was　interwoven　of　the　grace　divine；
  With　such　songs　as　he　knows　who　there　rejoices。
  Then　it　began：　〃He　who　a　compass　turned
  On　the　world's　outer　verge；　and　who　within　it
  Devised　so　much　occult　and　manifest；
  Could　not　the　impress　of　his　power　so　make
  On　all　the　universe；　as　that　his　Word
  Should　not　remain　in　infinite　excess。
  And　this　makes　certain　that　the　first　proud　being；
  Who　was　the　paragon　of　every　creature；
  By　not　awaiting　light　fell　immature。
  And　hence　appears　it；　that　each　minor　nature
  Is　scant　receptacle　unto　that　good
  Which　has　no　end；　and　by　itself　is　measured。
  In　consequence　our　vision；　which　perforce
  Must　be　some　ray　of　that　intelligence
  With　which　all　things　whatever　are　replete；
  Cannot　in　its　own　nature　be　so　potent；
  That　it　shall　not　its　origin　discern
  Far　beyond　that　which　is　apparent　to　it。
  Therefore　into　the　justice　sempiternal
  The　power　of　vision　that　your　world　receives；
  As　eye　into　the　ocean；　penetrates；
  Which；　though　it　see　the　bottom　near　the　shore；
  Upon　the　deep　perceives　it　not；　and　yet
  'Tis　there；　but　it　is　hidden　by　the　depth。
  There　is　no　light　but　comes　from　the　serene
  That　never　is　o'ercast；　nay；　it　is　darkness
  Or　shadow　of　the　flesh；　or　else　its　poison。
  Amply　to　thee　is　opened　now　the　cavern
  Which　has　concealed　from　thee　the　living　justice
  Of　which　thou　mad'st　such　frequent　questioning。
  For　saidst　thou：　'Born　a　man　is　on　the　shore
  Of　Indus；　and　is　none　who　there　can　speak
  Of　Christ；　nor　who　can　read；　nor　who　can　write；
  And　all　his　inclinations　and　his　actions
  Are　good；　so　far　as　human　reason　sees；
  Without　a　sin　in　life　or　in　discourse：
  He　dieth　unbaptised　and　without　faith；
  Where　is　this　justice　that　condemneth　him？
  Where　is　his　fault；　if　he　do　not　believe？'
  Now　who　art　thou；　that　on　the　bench　wouldst　sit
  In　judgment　at　a　thousand　miles　away；
  With　the　short　vision　of　a　single　span？
  Truly　to　him　who　with　me　subtilizes；
  If　so　the　Scripture　were　not　over　you；
  For　doubting　there