After such weariness and such distress;If such a port the tempests have prescribed,Then is there nothing more that we can do,But render thanks to heaven,Who closely veiled our eyes,And pierced anon with such a light as this.
After such weariness and such distress;If such a port the tempests have prescribed,Then is there nothing more that we can do,But render thanks to heaven,Who closely veiled our eyes,And pierced anon with such a light as this.
The fourth with the viola sang:
And pierced anon with such a light as this;Blindness worth more than every other sight,Pains sweeter far than other pleasures are,For to the fairest lightThou art thyself a guide,Show to the soul all lower things are null.
And pierced anon with such a light as this;Blindness worth more than every other sight,Pains sweeter far than other pleasures are,For to the fairest lightThou art thyself a guide,Show to the soul all lower things are null.
The fifth with the Spanish drum sang:
Showing the soul all lower things are null,Seasoning with hope the high thought of the mind,Was one who pushed us to the only path,And so did show us plain,The fairest work of God,Thus does a fate benign present itself.[AI]
Showing the soul all lower things are null,Seasoning with hope the high thought of the mind,Was one who pushed us to the only path,And so did show us plain,The fairest work of God,Thus does a fate benign present itself.[AI]
[AI] The lonely sore-footed pilgrims on their way back to their home are never sure to the last moment of not losing their way in this limitless desert of illusion and matter called Earth-life.—("The Secret Doctrine.")
The sixth with a lute sang:
Thus does a fate benign present itself,Who wills not that to good, good should succeed,Or pain forerunner be of pain,But turning round, the wheel,Now rising, now depressed,As day and night succeed alternately.
Thus does a fate benign present itself,Who wills not that to good, good should succeed,Or pain forerunner be of pain,But turning round, the wheel,Now rising, now depressed,As day and night succeed alternately.
The seventh with the Irish harp:
As day and night succeed alternately;While the great mantle of the lights of night,Blanches the chariot of diurnal flames,As He who governs all,With everlasting laws,Puts down the high and raises up the low.
As day and night succeed alternately;While the great mantle of the lights of night,Blanches the chariot of diurnal flames,As He who governs all,With everlasting laws,Puts down the high and raises up the low.
The eighth with the violin:
Puts down the high and raises up the low,He who the infinite machine sustains,With swiftness, with the medium or with slow,Apportioning the turningOf this gigantic mass,The hidden is unveiled and open stands.
Puts down the high and raises up the low,He who the infinite machine sustains,With swiftness, with the medium or with slow,Apportioning the turningOf this gigantic mass,The hidden is unveiled and open stands.
The ninth with the rebeck:
The hidden is unveiled and open stands,Therefore deny not, but admit the triumph,Incomparable end of all the painsOf field and mount,Of pools and streams and seas,Of cliffs and deeps, of thorns and snags and stones.
The hidden is unveiled and open stands,Therefore deny not, but admit the triumph,Incomparable end of all the painsOf field and mount,Of pools and streams and seas,Of cliffs and deeps, of thorns and snags and stones.
After each one in this way, singly, playing his instrument, had sung his sistine, they danced altogether in a circle and sang together in praise of the one Nymph with the softest accents a song which I am not sure whether I can call to memory.
Giu.I pray you, my sister, do not fail to let me hear so much of it as you can remember!
Lao.
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Song of the Illuminati:
"I envy not, oh Jove, the firmament,"Said Father Ocean, with the haughty brow:"For that I am contentWith that which my own empire gives to me."Then answered Jove, "What arrogance is thine.What to thy riches have been added now,Oh god of the mad waves,To make thy foolish boasting rise so high?""Thou hast," said the sea-god, "in thy command,The flaming sky, where is the burning zone,In which the heavenly hostOf stars and planets stand within thy sight.[AJ]"Of these, the world looks most upon the sun,Which, let me tell you, shineth not so bright,As she who makes of me,The god most glorious of the mighty whole."And I contain within my bosom vast,With other lands, that, where the happy ThamesGoes gliding gaily on,Which has of graceful nymphs a lovely throng."There will be found 'mongst those where all are fair,Will make thee lover more of sea than sky,Oh Jove, High Thunderer!Whose sun shines pale beside the starry night."Then answered Jove, "God of the billowy sea!That one should ere be found more blest than IFate nevermore permits,My treasures with thine own run parallel."The sun is equal to thy chiefest nymph,By virtue of the everlasting laws,And pauses alternating,Amongst my stars she's equal to the sun."
"I envy not, oh Jove, the firmament,"Said Father Ocean, with the haughty brow:"For that I am contentWith that which my own empire gives to me."
Then answered Jove, "What arrogance is thine.What to thy riches have been added now,Oh god of the mad waves,To make thy foolish boasting rise so high?"
"Thou hast," said the sea-god, "in thy command,The flaming sky, where is the burning zone,In which the heavenly hostOf stars and planets stand within thy sight.[AJ]
"Of these, the world looks most upon the sun,Which, let me tell you, shineth not so bright,As she who makes of me,The god most glorious of the mighty whole.
"And I contain within my bosom vast,With other lands, that, where the happy ThamesGoes gliding gaily on,Which has of graceful nymphs a lovely throng.
"There will be found 'mongst those where all are fair,Will make thee lover more of sea than sky,Oh Jove, High Thunderer!Whose sun shines pale beside the starry night."
Then answered Jove, "God of the billowy sea!That one should ere be found more blest than IFate nevermore permits,My treasures with thine own run parallel.
"The sun is equal to thy chiefest nymph,By virtue of the everlasting laws,And pauses alternating,Amongst my stars she's equal to the sun."
[AJ] Plato says that [Greek: Theos] is derived from the verb [Greek: Theein], to move, to run, as the first astronomers who observed the motions of the heavenly bodies called the planets [Greek: Theoi], the gods.—("The Secret Doctrine," foot note, p. 2, vol. 1.)
I believe that I have recalled it entirely.
Giu.You can see that no sentence is wanting tothe perfecting of the proposition, nor rhyme to the completion of the stanzas. Now if I by the grace of heaven have received beauty, a greater favour I consider is mine, in that whatever beauty I may have had it has been in a certain way instrumental in causing that Divine and only one to be found. I thank the gods, because in that time, when I was so tender (verde), that the amorous flames could not be lighted in my breast, by reason of my intractability, such simple and innocent cruelty was used in order to yield more graces to my lovers than otherwise it would have been possible for them to obtain, through any kindness of mine however great.
Lao.As to the souls of those lovers, I assure you that as they are not ungrateful to the sorceress Circe for their blindness, grievous thoughts, and bitter trials, by means of which they have reached so great a good, so they can be no less grateful to thee.[AK]
Giu.So I desire and hope.
[AK] For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.—(St. Paul to the Romans.)
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