Neither Creator nor a creature ever, Son," he began, "was destitute of love Natural or spiritual; and thou knowest it. The natural was ever without error; But err the other may by evil object, Or by too much, or by too little vigor. While in the first it well directed is, And in the second moderates itself, But when to ill it turns, and, with more care 'Gainst the Creator works his own creation. Hence thou mayst comprehend that love must be The seed within yourselves of every virtue, And every act that merits punishment. Now inasmuch as never from the welfare Of its own subject can love turn its sight, And since we cannot think of any being Standing alone, nor from the First divided, The evil that one loves is of one's neighbor, There are, who, by abasement of their neighbor, Now of the other will I have thee hear, Wherein the mind may rest, and longeth for it; Therefore to overtake it each one strives. If languid love to look on this attract you, After just penitence, torments you for it. There's other good that does not make man happy ; "T is not felicity, 't is not the good Essence, of every good the fruit and root. 115 120 125 130 135 CANTO XVIII. N end had put unto his reasoning AN The lofty Teacher, and attent was looking Into my face, if I appeared content; And I, whom a new thirst still goaded on, Without was mute, and said within: "Perchance 5 The too much questioning I make annoys him." But that true Father, who had comprehended The timid wish, that opened not itself, By speaking gave me hardihood to speak. So in thy light, that clearly I discern "Direct," he said, "towards me the keen eyes Of intellect, and clear will be to thee The error of the blind, who would be leaders. 15 The soul, which is created apt to love, Is mobile unto everything that pleases, An image draws, and in yourselves displays it, Then even as the fire doth upward move So comes the captive soul into desire, Which is a motion spiritual, and ne'er rests Because its matter may perchance appear Aye to be good; but yet not each impression Is good, albeit good may be the wax." "Thy words, and my sequacious intellect," 20 25 30 35 40 I answered him, "have love revealed to me; For if love from without be offered us, And with another foot the soul go not, If right or wrong she go, 't is not her merit." Myself can tell thee; beyond that await Every substantial form, that segregate From matter is, and with it is united, Specific power has in itself collected, Which without act is not perceptible, leaves. Nor shows itself except by its effect, Which are in you as instinct in the bee To make its honey; and this first desire Merit of praise or blame containeth not. Now, that to this all others may be gathered, Innate within you is the power that counsels, And it should keep the threshold of assent. This is the principle, from which is taken. Occasion of desert in you, according As good and guilty loves it takes and winnows. 45 50 55 60 65 |