Now low, and now aloft, and now around,
Visiting every step.  Looks I beheld,
Where charity in soft persuasion sat,
Smiles from within and radiance from above,
And in each gesture grace and honour high. 
     So rov’d my ken, and its general form
All Paradise survey’d:  when round I turn’d
With purpose of my lady to inquire
Once more of things, that held my thought suspense,
But answer found from other than I ween’d;
For, Beatrice, when I thought to see,
I saw instead a senior, at my side,
 Rob’d, as the rest, in glory.  Joy benign
Glow’d in his eye, and o’er his cheek diffus’d,
With gestures such as spake a father’s love. 
And, “Whither is she vanish’d?” straight I ask’d. 
     “By Beatrice summon’d,” he replied,
“I come to aid thy wish.  Looking aloft
To the third circle from the highest, there
Behold her on the throne, wherein her merit
Hath plac’d her.”  Answering not, mine eyes I rais’d,
And saw her, where aloof she sat, her brow
A wreath reflecting of eternal beams. 
Not from the centre of the sea so far
Unto the region of the highest thunder,
As was my ken from hers; and yet the form
Came through that medium down, unmix’d and pure,
     “O Lady! thou in whom my hopes have rest! 
Who, for my safety, hast not scorn’d, in hell
To leave the traces of thy footsteps mark’d! 
For all mine eyes have seen, I, to thy power
And goodness, virtue owe and grace.  Of slave,
Thou hast to freedom brought me; and no means,
For my deliverance apt, hast left untried. 
Thy liberal bounty still toward me keep. 
That, when my spirit, which thou madest whole,
Is loosen’d from this body, it may find
Favour with thee.”  So I my suit preferr’d: 
And she, so distant, as appear’d, look’d down,
And smil’d; then tow’rds th’ eternal fountain turn’d. 
     And thus the senior, holy and rever’d: 
“That thou at length mayst happily conclude
Thy voyage (to which end I was dispatch’d,
By supplication mov’d and holy love)
Let thy upsoaring vision range, at large,
This garden through:  for so, by ray divine
Kindled, thy ken a higher flight shall mount;
And from heav’n’s queen, whom fervent I adore,
All gracious aid befriend us; for that I
Am her own faithful Bernard.”  Like a wight,
Who haply from Croatia wends to see
Our Veronica, and the while ’t is shown,
Hangs over it with never-sated gaze,
And, all that he hath heard revolving, saith
Unto himself in thought:  “And didst thou look
E’en thus, O Jesus, my true Lord and God? 
And was this semblance thine?” So gaz’d I then
Adoring; for the charity of him,
Who musing, in the world that peace enjoy’d,
Stood lively before me.  “Child of grace!”
Thus he began:  “thou shalt not knowledge gain
Of this glad being, if thine eyes are held
Still in this depth below.  But search around