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Dante Alighieri (1265–1321). The Divine Comedy.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Paradise

Canto XI ARGUMENT.—Thomas Aquinas enters at large into the life and character of St. Francis; and then solves one of two difficulties, which he perceived to have risen in Dante’s mind from what he had heard in the last Canto.

O FOND anxiety of mortal men!

How vain and inconclusive arguments

Are those, which make thee beat thy wings below.

For statutes one, and one for aphorisms

Was hunting; this the priesthood follow’d; that,

By force or sophistry, aspired to rule;

To rob, another; and another sought,

By civil business, wealth; one, moiling, lay

Tangled in net of sensual delight;

And one to wistless indolence resign’d;

What time from all these empty things escaped,

With Beatrice, I thus gloriously

Was raised aloft, and made the guest of Heaven.

They of the circle to that point, each one,

Where erst it was, had turn’d; and steady glow’d,

As candle in his socket. Then within

The lustre, that erewhile bespake me, smiling

With merer gladness, heard I thus begin:

“E’en as His beam illumes me, so I look

Into the Eternal Light, and clearly mark

Thy thoughts, from whence they rise. Thou art in doubt,

And wouldst, that I should bolt my words afresh

In such plain open phrase, as may be smooth

To thy perception, where I told thee late

That ‘well they thrive’; and that ‘no second such

Hath risen,’ which no small distinction needs.

“The Providence, that governeth the world,

In depth of counsel by created ken

Unfathomable, to the end that she,

Who with loud cries was ’spoused in precious blood,

Might keep her footing toward her well-beloved,

Safe in herself and constant unto Him,

Hath two ordain’d, who should on either hand

In chief escort her: one, seraphic all

In fervency; for wisdom upon earth,

The other, splendour of cherubic light.

I but of one will tell: he tells of both,

Who one commendeth, which of them soe’er

Be taken: for their deeds were to one end.

“Between Tupino, and the wave that falls

From blest Ubaldo’s chosen hill, there hangs

Rich slope of mountain high, whence heat and cold

Are wafted through Perugia’s eastern gate:

And Nocera with Gualdo, in its rear,

Mourn for their heavy yoke. Upon that side,

Where it doth break its steepness most, arose

A sun upon the world, as duly this

From Ganges doth: therefore let none, who speak

Of that place, say Ascesi; for its name

Were lamely so deliver’d; but the East,

To call things rightly, be it henceforth styled.

He was not yet much distant from his rising,

When his good influence ’gan to bless the earth.

A dame, to whom none openeth pleasure’s gate

More than to death, was, ’gainst his father’s will,

His stripling choice: and he did make her his,

Before the spiritual court, by nuptial bonds,

And in his father’s sight: from day to day,

Then loved her more devoutly. She, bereaved

Of her first Husband, slighted and obscure,

Thousand and hundred years and more, remain’d

Without a single suitor, till he came.

Nor aught avail’d, that, with Amyclas, she

Was found unmoved at rumour of his voice,

Who shook the world: nor aught her constant boldness,

Whereby with Christ she mounted on the Cross,

When Mary stay’d beneath. But not to deal

Thus closely with thee longer, take at large

The lovers’ titles—Poverty and Francis.

Their concord and glad looks, wonder and love,

And sweet regard gave birth to holy thoughts,

So much, that venerable Bernard first

Did bare his feet, and, in pursuit of peace

So heavenly, ran, yet deem’d his footing slow.

O hidden riches! O prolific good!

Egidius bares him next, and next Sylvester,

And follow, both, the bridegroom: so the bride

Can please them. Thenceforth goes he on his way,

The father and the master, with his spouse,

And with that family, whom now the cord

Girt humbly: nor did abjectness of heart

Weigh down his eyelids, for that he was son

Of Pietro Bernardone, and by men

In wondrous sort despised. But royally

His hard intention he to Innocent

Set forth; and, from him, first received the seal

On his religion. Then, when numerous flock’d

The tribe of lowly ones, that traced his steps,

Whose marvellous life deservedly were sung

In heights empyreal; through Honorius’ hand

A second crown, to deck their Guardian’s virtues,

Was by the eternal Spirit inwreathed: and when

He had, through thirst of martyrdom, stood up

In the proud Soldan’s presence, and there preach’d

Christ and His followers, but found the race

Unripen’d for conversion; back once more

He hasted (not to intermit his toil)

And reap’d Ausonian lands. On the hard rock,

’Twixt Arno and the Tiber, he from Christ

Took the last signet, which his limbs two years

Did carry. Then, the season come that He,

Who to such good had destined him, was pleased

To advanced him to the meed, which he had earn’d

By his self-humbling; to his brotherhood,

As their just heritage, he gave in charge

His dearest lady: and enjoin’d their love

And faith to her; and, from her bosom, will’d

His goodly spirit should move forth, returning

To its appointed kingdom; nor would have

His body laid upon another bier.

“Think now of one, who were a fit colleague

To keep the bark of Peter, in deep sea,

Helm’d to right point; and such our Patriarch was.

Therefore who follow him as he enjoins,

Thou mayst be certain, take good lading in.

But hunger of new viands tempts his flock;

So that they needs into strange pastures wide

Must spread them: and the more remote from him

The stragglers wander, so much more they come

Home, to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.

There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,

And to the shepherd cleave; but these so few,

A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.

“Now, if my words be clear; if thou have ta’en

Good heed; if that, which I have told, recall

To mind; thy wish may be in part fulfill’d:

For thou wilt see the plant from whence they split;

And he shall see, who girds him, what that means,

‘That well they thrive, not swoln with vanity.’”