Part 32 (1/2)
Let us quote here, says Collin de Plancy, a good English religious whose journey has been related by Peter the Venerable, Abbot of Cluny, and by Denis the Carthusian. This traveller speaks in the first person:
”I had St. Nicholas for a guide,” he says; ”he led me by a level road to a vast horrible s.p.a.ce, peopled with the dead, who were tormented in a thousand frightful ways. I was told that these people were not d.a.m.ned, that their torment would in time come to an end, and that it was Purgatory I saw. I did not expect to find it so severe. All these unfortunates wept hot tears and groaned aloud. Since I have seen all these things I know well that if I had any relative in Purgatory, I would suffer a thousand deaths to take him out of it.
”A little farther on, I perceived a valley, through which flowed a fearful river of fire, which rose in waves to an enormous height. On the banks of that river it was so icy cold that no one can have any idea of it. St. Nicholas conducted me thither, and made me observe the sufferers who were there, telling me that this again was Purgatory.”
”DREAM OF GERONTIUS.”
CARDINAL NEWMAN.
ANGEL. Thy judgment now is near, for we are come Into the veiled presence of our G.o.d.
SOUL. I hear the voices that I left on earth.
ANGEL. It is the voice of friends around thy bed, Who say the ”Subvenite” with the priest.
Hither the echoes come; before the Throne Stands the great Angel of the Agony, The same who strengthened Him, what time He knelt Lone in that garden shade, bedewed with blood.
That Angel best can plead with Him for all Tormented souls, the dying and the dead.
ANGEL OF THE AGONY. Jesu! by that shuddering dread which fell on Thee; Jesu! by that cold dismay which sicken'd Thee; Jesu! by that pang of heart which thrill'd in Thee; Jesu! by that mount of sins which crippled Thee; Jesu! by that sense of guilt which stifled Thee; Jesu! by that innocence which girdled Thee; Jesu! by that sanct.i.ty which reign'd in Thee; Jesu! by that G.o.dhead which was one with Thee; Jesu! spare these souls which are so dear to Thee; Who in prison, calm and patient, wait for Thee; Hasten, Lord, their hour, and bid them come to Thee, To that glorious Home, where they shall ever gaze on Thee.
SOUL. I go before my Judge. Ah! ...
ANGEL. ... Praise to His Name! The eager spirit has darted from my hold, And, with the intemperate energy of love, Flies to the dear feet of Emmanuel; But, ere it reach them, the keen sanct.i.ty, Which, with its effluence, like a glory, clothes And circles round the Crucified, has seized, And scorch'd, and shrivell'd it; and now it lies Pa.s.sive and still before the awful Throne.
O happy, suffering soul! for it is safe, Consumed, yet quicken'd, by the glance of G.o.d.
SOUL. Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be, And there in hope the lone night-watches keep, Told out for me.
There, motionless and happy in my pain, Lone, not forlorn,--There will I sing my sad, perpetual strain, Until the morn.
There will I sing, and soothe my stricken breast, Which ne'er can cease To throb, and pine, and languish, till possess'd Of its Sole Peace.
There will I sing my absent Lord and Love:--Take me away, That sooner I may rise, and go above, And see Him in the truth--of everlasting day.
ANGEL. Now let the golden prison ope its gates, Making sweet music, as each fold revolves Upon its ready hinge.
And ye, great powers, Angels of Purgatory, receive from me My charge, a precious soul, until the day, When from all bond and forfeiture released, I shall reclaim it for the courts of light.
SOULS IN PURGATORY
1. Lord, Thou hast been our refuge: in every generation;
2. Before the hills were born, and the world was: from age to age, Thou art G.o.d.
3. Bring us not, Lord, very low: for Thou hast said, Come back again, ye sons of Adam!
4. A thousand years before Thine eyes are but as yesterday: and as a watch of the night which is come and gone.
5. The gra.s.s springs up in the morning: at evening-tide it shrivels up and dies.
6. So we fall in Thine anger: and in Thy wrath are we troubled.