CANTO THE NINETEENTH.

 

ARGUMENT.

 

DANTE is conveyed in a Vision to the Fourth Stage, or the Region of AVARICE, where he meets the Spirit of Pope ADRIAN the Fourth.

 

NOW came the chilling Hours before the Dawn,

When all the Day’s precedent heat withdrawn

Forsook the air, and SATURN’s sullen sway,

Augmented by the Earth’s projecting shade

Above, a leaden league with CYNTHIA made,

And every genial influence chac’d away.

 

II.

 

Now draws the GEOMANT his magic ring

On the dark ground, and, ere the tardy Spring

Of Day, faint glimmering, breaks the sullen gloom ;

In the receding Stars his fortune views,

When Sleep, descending, with the Morning dews,

My languid Sense obscur’d with drowsy fume.

 

III.

 

Nor pass’ in solitude my torpid trance,

For soon a Female, with distorted glance,

Short of her hands, with members out of place,

With pale, sepulchral hue, before me stood ;

And as the bright Sun warms the frozen blood,

She seem’d to feel my eyes’ enliv’ning rays.

 

IV.

 

Speech was permitted first, and soon began

Love’s purple hue to tinge his visage wan :

Before my eyes an Angel seem’d to swim,

Then, with a melody so sweet and clear,

The lovely Stranger charm’d my ravish’d ear,

My Spirits danc’d respondent to the hymn.

 

V.

 

“ I am that SYREN Form, that led away

The vent’rous GREEKS to my pacific Bay,

In Pleasure’s track, the Path that Man pursues ;

Even sage ULYSSES, captive to my song,

Obey’d my call, the foremost of the throng ;

A call, my happy Vassals ne’er refuse.”

 

VI.

 

The warbling scarce was o’er ; a saintly Dame

Came on, with flying feet, and eyes of flame :

“ O, holy MANTUAN ! who is this ?” she said :

Abash’d, he seem’d to hear, and rent away

From that deluding Fair ; her rich array,

And all, the foulness of the Fiend display’d.

 

VII.

 

My sense, offended by the foul perfume,

Issuing from that detected Monster’s womb,

Soon rous’d, and swept the fleeting dream away.

To gentle MARO, the, I turn’d my eyes :

“ Thrice have I call’d,” he cry’d ; “ at length arise,

And gain the Passes with the op’ning Day !”

 

VIII.

 

O’er Ocean’s brim the Wheels of PHOEBUS roll’d,

And touch’d the shadowy Mound with fluid gold,

That girt the Mountain with a spiral Zone ;

Westward we journey’d, with the Sun behind,

My bending body shew’d a lab’ring mind,

When soon a Voice was heard, that call’d us on.

 

IX.

 

Near was the sound ; and, more than mortal sweet,

Aloft, incumbent o’er the dark retreat,

The Speaker we beheld ; his snowy wing

My visage fann’d, with ventilation soft.

Happy are they that mourn !” aloud, and oft,

A viewless Choir above, were heard to sing.

 

X.

 

Happy are they that mourn the bonds of Sin ;

Celestial Freedom soon shall break the gin,

And o’er their souls unusual comfort shed.”

Quick were the sounds I heard ; but still my Mind

I felt to Darkness and to Doubt resign’d.

“ Why art thou thus depress’d ?” the MANTUAN said.

 

XI.

 

“ That Vision of the Morn,” I quick reply’d,

“ From each surrounding object turns aside

Mt thoughts, still harrass’d with that uncouth Sight.”

“ That Bedlam was the WITCH OF WORLDLY JOY,”

That Bard return’d ; “ her mourning Tribes on high

Possess three Stages of the Mountain’s height.

 

XII.

 

“ You saw how REASON tore, with eagle grasp,

The fine disguise of that envemon’d Asp ;

Let that suffice : and now pursue your way,

Till her great Victress you behold above,

Waving the Banner of eternal Love

Round the wide circuit of empyreal Day.”

 

XIII.

 

As the tir’d Falcon, ere on Earth she light,

Turns to the well-known lure, and speeds her flight

Where her glad Lord prepares the savoury feast ;

Thus eagerly I pass’d the rocky strait,

So ply’d my feet to find the op’ning gate,

Till on the rocky verge, at last we rest.

 

XIV.

 

There, all extended on the rugged stones,

Victims I saw, with repeated groans,

Made the long vallies of Lustration ring :

O cruel Bondage of the soaring Soul,”

They sung ; “ our Spirits, wing’d to mount the Pole,

To this dire Adamant in torture cling.”

 

XV.

 

The interrupting sob, with frequent swell,

Scarcely allow’d their deep distress to tell :

“ Chosen of Heav’n !” I cry’d ; “ whose pond’rous chains

Conscience, and rising Hope, may render light ;

Tell, where we may ascend the rocky Height,

To view the Regions of superior Pains.”

 

XVI.

 

“ If you along the verge, unshackled go,

And wish to climb the Hill’s projecting Brow,

Turn to the left ;” a Voice, in plaintive strain,

Reply’d. I knew, that an unbodied Shade

I seem’d to him, and to the Bard convey’d

My meaning in a glance, nor ask’d in vain.

 

XVII.

 

The gentle Poet soon my search allow’d,

To find the Speaker in the prostrate crowd ;

And, bending o’er him, as entranc’d he lay,

I cry’d, “ Oh, Spirit ! whom your woes prepare,

An earthly guest, to breath empyreal air ;
One moment, at my suit, your task delay.

 

XVIII.

 

“ Tell, who you are, and why thus prone you lie,

Forbid to view the Glories of the Sky ;

And say, if aught, my case in other climes

Can shorten your distress ; when I return

To that base world, where yet I’m doom’d to mourn,

On that disast’rous Stage of woes and crimes.”

 

XIX.

 

“ Soon shall you know,” the Spirit made reply ;

“ Why darkling here, like Aliens of the Sky,

We thus salute the soil ; but, if my Name

You chuse to learn, and to repeat on Earth,

I fill’d Saint PETER’s Chair, and drew my birth

From an old Lineage not unknown to Fame.

 

XX.

 

“ Between SIESTRA and CHAVIERA flows

A gentle river, which its name bestows

( Far fam’d LAVAGNA) on my lineal Sires :

One Moon I bore the Pontiff’s Robe of State,

Ah ! light as down, is every other weight

To him, who, still to keep it clean, aspires.

 

XXI.

 

“ Till then, I liv’d a sordid slave to gain,

My Name was ever first in MAMMON’s train ;

But, seated now aloft, I saw my Sin :

Rais’d to my wish, no more my soul could crave,

Suspended no betwixt the Throne and Grave,

I found a dread vacuity within.

 

XXII.

 

“ Startled to fell my unallay’d desire,

I bade the sublunary World retire,

A juster end of Love resolv’d to find :

My soul, that labour’d in the mine below

Till then, was sentenc’d here to penal woe,

Till from the Dust I rise, by Pain refin’d.

 

XXIII.

 

“ Here, lust of gold deplores the dreadful doom ;

Here, chain’d a season to its marble tomb,

Each Spirit learns the price of things above :

No pain, in all Probation’s hideous round,

Can equal their’s, who here, in durance bound,

Pay the long penance of their sordid Love.

 

XXIV.

 

“ as on the Soil, like brethren of the Sty,

We turn’d our eyes, and scorn’d the ample Sky ;

An Angel bends us down with giant-hand,

And bids us bite the Dust, we lov’d so well :

Bound to the rugged pavement, here we dwell,

And bathe with gushing tears the rocky Strand.

 

XXV.

 

“ As pure Benevolence, by love of gold

Chill’d to the hearts, no longer could unfold

Its genial powers, but lay, congeal’d in Frost ;

So fetter’d hand and foot, unmov’d, and prone,

We cover, many a league, this lofty Zone,

Till Heav’n dismiss us from this fearful Post.”

 

XXVI.

 

Instant I bent my knew, with stun desire

To pay obeisance to the papal Sire,

And had begun ; but, when he heard the sound,

“ Brother why bend you thus to Earth ?” he cry’d ;

“ Your dignity,” with rev’rence I reply’d,

“ I feel my fault, and be it thus aton’d.”

 

XXVII.

 

“ Ah, quit that humble posture,” he rejoin’d,

“ I am your fellow-slave ; the talk assign’d

To all EMMANUEL’s Servants is the fame.

Farewell, ye Pageants of this earthly Ball ;

One rank beyond the Grave has levell’d all,

Unless superior worth distinction claim.

 

XXVIII.

 

“ If right you understood what Heav’n declares,

That no connubial rite the race repairs,

No human compact in the Skies are known,

You had not vex’d my ears with titles vain ;

Pursue your way nor longer here remain,

Your presence checks the penitential groan.

 

XXIX.

 

“ No longer thus disturb my holy task,

but, if a favour such as I may ask,

I have one nephew, ( if LAVAGNA’s Line

Have spread no taint thro’ his degen’rate blood,)

He well may yet deserve the name of Good,

Bid him remember me.---All joy be thine !”

 

END OF THE NINETEENTH CANTO.