Canto IV

when this I heard, Because some people of much worthiness I knew, who in that Limbo were suspended. “Tell me, my Master, tell me, thou my Lord,” Began I, with desire of being certain Of that Faith which o’ercometh every error, “Came any one by his own merit hence, Or by another’s, who was blessed thereafter?” And he, who understood my covert speech, Replied: “I was a novice in this state, When I saw hither come a Mighty One, With sign of victory incoronate. Hence he drew forth the shade of the First Parent, And that of his son Abel, and of Noah, Of Moses the lawgiver, and the obedient Abraham, patriarch, and David, king, Israel with his father and his children, And Rachel, for whose sake he did so much, And others many, and he made them blessed; And thou must know, that earlier than these Never were any human spirits saved.” We ceased not to advance because he spake, But still were passing onward through the forest, The forest, say I, of thick-crowded ghosts. Not very far as yet our way had gone This side the summit, when I saw a fire That overcame a hemisphere of darkness. We were a little distant from it still, But not so far that I in part discerned not That honorable people held that place. “O thou who honorest every art and science, Who may these be, which such great honor have, That from the fashion of the rest it parts them?” And he to me: “The honorable name, That sounds of them above there in thy life, Wins grace in Heaven, that so advances them.” In the meantime a voice was heard by me: “All honor be to the preeminent Poet; His shade returns again, that was departed.” After the voice had ceased and quiet was, Four mighty shades I saw approaching us; Semblance had they nor sorrowful nor glad. To say to me began my gracious Master: “Him with that falchion in his hand behold, Who comes before the three, even as their lord. That one is Homer, Poet sovereign; He who comes next is Horace, the satirist; The third is Ovid, and the last is Lucan. Because to each of these with me applies The name that solitary voice proclaimed, They do me honor, and in that do well.” Thus I beheld assemble the fair school Of that lord of the song preeminent, Who o’er the others like an eagle soars. When they