Thou mighty formidable King!
Thou mercy"s unexhausted spring!
Some comfortable pity bring.
Forget not what my ransom cost, Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost, In storms of guilty terror tost.
Thou, who for me didst feel such pain, Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Let not those agonies be vain.
Thou whom avenging powers obey, Cancel my debt (too great to pay) Before the said accounting day.
Surrounded with amazing fears, Whose load my soul with anguish hears, I sigh, I weep, accept my tears.
Thou, who wast mov"d with Mary"s grief, And by absolving of the thief, Hast given me hope, now give relief.
Reject not my unworthy prayer, Preserve me from the dangerous snare,
Which death and gaping h.e.l.l prepare.
Give my exalted soul a place Among the chosen right hand race, The sons of G.o.d, and heirs of grace.
From that insatiate abyss, Where flames devour and serpents hiss, Promote me to Thy seat of bliss.
Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My G.o.d, my Father, and my Friend: Do not forsake me in my end.
Well may they curse their second birth, Who rise to a surviving death.
Thou great Creator of mankind, Let guilty man compa.s.sion find.--_Amen_.
AUTHORSHIP OF THE DIES IRae.
O"BRIEN. [1]
[Footnote 1: Rev. John O"Brien, A.M., Prof. of Sacred Liturgy in Mount St. Mary"s College, Emmettsburg, Md.]
The authorship of the "Dies Irae" seems the most difficult to settle.
This much, however, is certain: that he who has the strongest claims to it is Latino Orsini, generally styled _Frangipani_, whom his maternal uncle, Pope Nicholas III. (Gaetano Orsini), raised to the cardinalate in 1278. He was more generally known by the name of Cardinal Malabranca, and was, at first, a member of the Order of St.
Dominic. (See _Dublin Review_, Vol. XX., 1846; Gavantus, Thesaur.
Sacr. Rit., p. 490.)
As this sacred hymn is conceded to be one of the grandest that has ever been written, it is but natural to expect that the number of authors claiming it would be very large. Some even have attributed it to Pope Gregory the Great, who lived as far back as the year 604. St. Bernard, too, is mentioned in connection with it, and so are several others; but as it is hardly necessary to mention all, we shall only say that, after Cardinal Orsini, the claims to it on the part of Thomas de Celano, of the Order of Franciscans Minor, are the greatest. There is very little reason for attributing it to Father Humbert, the fifth general of the Dominicans in 1273; and hardly any at all for accrediting it to Augustinus de Biella, of the Order of Augustinian Eremites. A very widely circulated opinion is that the "Dies Irae," as it now stands, is but an improved form of a Sequence which was long in use before the age of any of those authors whom we have cited. Gavantus gives us, at page 490 of his "Thesaurus of Sacred Rites," a few stanzas of this ancient sequence. [1]
[Footnote 1: We subjoin this Latin stanza: c.u.m recordor moriturus, Quid post mortem sum futurus Terror terret me venturus, Queru expecto non securus.]
To repeat what learned critics of every denomination under heaven have said in praise of this marvellous hymn, would indeed be a difficult task. One of its greatest encomiums is, that there is hardly a language in Europe into which it has not been translated; it has even found its way into Greek and Hebrew--into the former, through an English missionary of Syria, named Hildner; and into the latter, by Splieth, a celebrated Orientalist. Mozart avowed his extreme admiration of it, and so did Dr. Johnson, Sir Walter Scott, and Jeremy Taylor, besides hosts of others. The encomium pa.s.sed upon it by Schaff is thus given in his own words: "This marvellous hymn is the acknowledged master-piece of Latin poetry and the most sublime of all uninspired hymns. The secret of its irresistible power lies in the awful grandeur of the theme, the intense earnestness and pathos of the poet, the simple majesty and solemn music of its language, the stately metre, the triple rhyme, and the vocal a.s.sonances, chosen in striking adaptation--all combining to produce an overwhelming effect, as if we heard the final crash of the universe, the commotion of the opening graves, the trumpet of the archangel summoning the quick and the dead, and saw the King "of tremendous majesty" seated on the throne of justice and mercy, and ready to dispense everlasting life, or everlasting woe." (See "Latin Hymns," Vol. I. p. 392, by Prof. March, of Lafayette College, Pa.)
The music of this hymn formed a chief part in the fame of Mozart; and it is said, and not without reason, that it contributed in no small degree to hasten his death, for so excited did he become over its awe- enkindling sentiments while writing his celebrated "Ma.s.s of Requiem,"
that a sort of minor paralysis seized his whole frame, so
Terret dies me terroris, Dies irae, ac furoris, Dies luctus, ac moeroris, Dies ultrix peccatoris, Dies irae, dies illa, etc, etc.
that he was heard to say: "I am certain that I am writing this Requiem for myself. It will be my funeral service." He never lived to finish it; the credit of having done so belongs to Sussmayer, a man of great musical attainments, and a most intimate friend of the Mozart family.-- _Dublin Review_, Vol. I., May, 1836.
The allusion to the sibyl in the third line of the first stanza, "Teste David c.u.m Sybilla," [1] has given rise to a good deal of anxious inquiry; and so very strange did it sound to French ears at its introduction into the sacred hymnology of the Church, that the Parisian rituals subst.i.tuted in its place the line, _Crucis expandens vexilla_. The difficulty is, however, easily overcome if we bear in mind that many of the early Fathers held that Almighty G.o.d made use of these sibyls to promulgate His truths in just the same way as He did of Balaam of old, and many others like him. The great St. Augustine has written much on this subject in his "City of G.o.d;" and the reader may form some idea of the estimation in which these sibyls were held, when he is told that the world-renowned Michael Angelo made them the subject of one of his greatest paintings.... In the opinions of the ablest critics it was the Erythrean sibyl who uttered the celebrated prediction about the advent of our Divine Lord and His final coming at the last day to judge the living and the dead.... The part of the sibyl"s response which referred particularly to the Day of Judgment was written (as an acrostic) on the letters of Soter, or Saviour. It is given as follows in the translation of the "City of G.o.d" of St.
Augustine:
[Footnote 1: As David and Sibyls say.]
"Sounding, the archangel"s trumpet shall peal down from heaven, Over the wicked who groan in their guilt and their manifold sorrows, Trembling, the earth shall be opened, revealing chaos and h.e.l.l.
Every king before G.o.d shall stand on that day to be judged; Rivers of fire and of brimstone shall fall from the heavens."
DANTE"S "PURGATORIO."
The bright sun was risen More than two hours aloft; and to the sea My looks were turned. "Fear not," my master cried.
"a.s.sured we are at happy point. Thy strength Shrink not, but rise dilated. Thou art come To Purgatory now. Lo! there the cliff That circling bounds it. Lo! the entrance there, Where it doth seem disparted."...
Reader! thou markest how my theme doth rise; Nor wonder, therefore, if more artfully I prop the structure. Nearer now we drew, Arrived whence, in that part where first a breach As of a wall appeared. I could descry A portal, and three steps beneath, that led For inlet there, of different color each; And one who watched, but spake not yet a word, As more and more mine eye did stretch its view, I marked him seated on the highest step, In visage such as past my power to bear.
Grasped in his hand, a naked sword glanced back The rays so towards me, that I oft in vain My sight directed. "Speak from whence ye stand,"
He cried; "What would ye? Where is your escort?
Take heed your coming upward harm ye not."
"A heavenly dame, not skilless of these things,"
Replied the instructor, "told us, even now, "Pa.s.s that way, here the gate is."" "And may she, Befriending, prosper your ascent," resumed The courteous keeper of the gate. "Come, then, Before our steps." We straightway thither came.
The lowest stair was marble white, so smooth And polished, that therein my mirrored form Distinct I saw. The next of hue more dark Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block Cracked lengthwise and across. The third, that lay Ma.s.sy above, seemed porphyry, that flamed Red as the life-blood spouting from a vein.
On this G.o.d"s Angel either foot sustained, Upon the threshold seated, which appeared A rock of diamond. Up the trinal steps My leader cheerily drew me. "Ask," said he, "With humble heart, that he unbar the bolt."
Piously at his holy feet devolved I cast me, praying him, for pity"s sake, That he would open to me; but first fell Thrice on my bosom prostrate. Seven times The letter that denotes the inward stain, He, on my forehead, with the blunted point Of his drawn sword, inscribed. And "Look," he cried, "When entered, that thou wash these scars away."
Ashes, or earth ta"en dry out of the ground, Were of one color with the robe he wore.
From underneath that vestment forth he drew Two keys, of metal twain; the one was gold, Its fellow, silver. With the pallid first, And next the burnished, he so plyed the gate, As to content me well. "Whenever one Faileth of these that in the key-hole straight It turn not, to this alley then expect Access in vain." Such were the words he spake.
"One is more precious, but the other needs Skill and sagacity, large share of each, Ere its good task to disengage the knot Be worthily performed. From Peter these I hold, of him instructed that I err Rather in opening, than in keeping fast; So but the suppliant at my feet implore."
Then of that hallowed gate he thrust the door.
Exclaiming, "Enter, but this warning hear: He forth again departs who looks behind."
As in the hinges of that sacred ward The swivels turned, sonorous metal strong.
Harsh was the grating; nor so surlily Rocked the Tarpeian when by force bereft Of good Metellus, thenceforth from his loss To leanness doomed. Attentively I turned, Listening the thunder that first issued forth; And "We praise Thee, O G.o.d," methought I heard, In accents blended with sweet melody.
The strains came o"er mine ear, e"en as the sound Of choral voices, that in solemn chant With organ mingle, and, now high and clear Come swelling, now float indistinct away.--_Canto IX_.
h.e.l.l"s dunnest gloom, or night unl.u.s.trous, dark, Of every planet reft, and palled in clouds, Did never spread before the sight a veil In thickness like that fog, nor to the sense So palpable and gross. Entering its shade, Mine eye endured not with unclosed lids; Which marking, near me drew the faithful guide, Offering me his shoulder for a stay.
As the blind man behind his leader walks, Lest he should err, or stumble unawares On what might harm him, or perhaps destroy; I journeyed through that bitter air and foul, Still listening to my escort"s warning voice,
"Look that from me thou part not." Straight I heard Voices, and each one seemed to pray for peace, And for compa.s.sion to the Lamb of G.o.d That taketh sins away. The prelude still Was "Agnus Dei;" and, through all the choir, One voice, one measure ran, that perfect seemed The concord of their song. "Are these I hear Spirits, O Master?" I exclaimed; and he, "Thou aim"st aright: these loose the bonds of wrath."--_Canto_ XVI.