I see the modern Pilate so relentless,

This does not sate him, but without decretal
He to the temple bears his sordid sails!
When, O my Lord! shall I be joyful made

By looking on the vengeance which, concealed,
Makes sweet thine anger in thy secrecy?
What I was saying of that only bride

Of the Holy Ghost, and which occasioned thee
To turn towards me for some commentary,

So long has been ordained to all our prayers

As the day lasts; but when the night comes on,
Contrary sound we take instead thereof.

At that time we repeat Pygmalion,

Of whom a traitor, thief, and parricide

Made his insatiable desire of gold;

And the misery of avaricious Midas,

That followed his inordinate demand,

At which forevermore one needs must laugh.

The foolish Achan each one then records,

And how he stole the spoils; so that the wrath
Of Joshua still appears to sting him here.
Then we accuse Sapphira with her husband,
We laud the hoof-beats Heliodorus had,
And the whole mount in infamy encircles

Polymnestor who murdered Polydorus.

Here finally is cried: O Crassus, tell us,
For thou dost know, what is the taste of gold?'
Sometimes we speak, one loud, another low,

According to desire of speech, that spurs us
To greater now and now to lesser pace.
But in the good that here by day is talked of,
Erewhile alone I was not; yet near by
No other person lifted up his voice."
From him already we departed were,

And made endeavor to o'ercome the road
As much as was permitted to our power,

When I perceived, like something that is falling,

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The mountain tremble, whence a chill seized on me,

As seizes him who to his death is going.

Certes so violently shook not Delos,

Then

Before Latona made her nest therein

To give birth to the two eyes of the heaven.
upon all sides there began a cry,

Such that the Master drew himself towards me,

Saying, "Fear not, while I am guiding thee." "Gloria in excelsis Deo," all

Were saying, from what near I comprehended,
Where it was possible to hear the cry.

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We paused immovable and in suspense,

Even as the shepherds who first heard that song,
Until the trembling ceased, and it was finished.
Then we resumed again our holy path,

Watching the shades that lay upon the ground,
Already turned to their accustomed plaint.

No ignorance ever with so great a strife
Had rendered me importunate to know,
If erreth not in this my memory,
As meditating then I seemed to have;

Neither from haste to question did I dare,

Nor of myself I there could aught perceive; So I went onward timorous and thoughtful.

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CANTO XXI.

HE natural thirst, that ne'er is satisfied

THE

Excepting with the water for whose grace
The woman of Samaria besought,

Put me in travail, and haste goaded me

Along the encumbered path behind my Leader,
And I was pitying that righteous vengeance.
And lo! in the same manner as Luke writeth
That Christ appeared to two upon the

From the sepulchral cave already risen,

way

A shade appeared to us, and came behind us,
Down gazing on the prostrate multitude,
Nor were we ware of it, until it spake,
Saying, "My brothers, may God give you peace!"
We turned us suddenly, and Virgilius rendered
To him the countersign thereto conforming.
Thereon began he: "In the blessed council,

Thee may the court veracious place in peace,

That me doth banish in eternal exile!"

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"How," said he, and the while we went with speed,

If ye are shades whom God deigns not on high,
Who up his stairs so far has guided you?”
And said my Teacher: "If thou note the marks

Which this one bears, and which the Angel traces,
Well shalt thou see he with the good must reign.

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For him had not yet drawn the distaff off,
Which Clotho lays for each one and compacts,

His soul, which is thy sister and my own,

In coming upwards could not come alone,

By reason that it sees not in our fashion.

Whence I was drawn from out the ample throat

Of Hell to be his guide, and I shall guide him

As far on as my school has

power to lead.

But tell us, if thou knowest, why such a shudder
Erewhile the mountain gave, and why together

All seemed to cry, as far as its moist feet?"

In asking he so hit the very eye

Of

my desire, that merely with the hope My thirst became the less unsatisfied.

"Naught is there," he began, "that without order

May the religion of the mountain feel,

Nor aught that may be foreign to its custom.

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