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 CARDINAL NEWMAN'S 
 
 DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 WITH 
 
 IntroduBion and Commentary 
 
 FOR USE IN HIGH SCHOOLS, ACADEMIES 
 AND COLLEGES 
 
 BY 
 
 JULIUS GLIEBE, O.F.M. 
 
 Franciscan Friary, Oakland, Cal. 
 
 Sometime Professor of Rhetoric in St. Anthony''s Seraphic College, 
 Santa Barbara, Cal. 
 
 NEW YORK 
 SCHWARTZ, KIRWIN & FAUSS 
 

 Copyright, 1916, by 
 SCHWARTZ, KIRWIN & FAUSS 
 
 FEB 19 1916 
 
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 1^ CONTENTS 
 
 J Page 
 
 Introduction i 
 
 The Dream 23 
 
 Appreciations 71 
 
 Notes 75 
 
. . . For one zvJio speaks in nnmhers ampler 
 
 scope 
 His utterance finds; and conscious of the 
 
 gain, 
 Imagination zvorks with holder hope. , . . 
 
 Sonnets, 
 
 Wordsworth. 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 History of the Poem. — The year 1865 
 found John Henry Newman, the author of 
 The Dream of Gerontius, an old man, Hving 
 with his brethren in quiet seclusion in the 
 Oratory at Birmingham. He was now close 
 upon his sixty-fourth birthday, and natur- 
 ally, as the years advanced, began to look 
 forward with greater frequency to his ap- 
 proaching end. That supreme moment in 
 every man's life when the soul goes out to 
 meet its Judge, had been to him at all times 
 as if a present reality; and now that the 
 time was very near, as he thought, when he 
 should pass '' from shadows and images 
 to the truth," that moment became more 
 than ever the subject of his thoughts and 
 meditations. In January, 1865, ^^ suddenly 
 came into his mind to put his thoughts on 
 death into the form of a dramatic poem ; and 
 
2 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 having finished writing it — current e calamo 
 as it seems — he laid the thing aside not 
 quite satisfied with it. 
 
 A few months later it so happened that 
 Newman w^as asked by Father Henry James 
 Coleridge S. J., editor of The Month, for a 
 contribution to that magazine; and having 
 just then nothing theological to oiTer, he 
 sent the editor a poem, along with the re- 
 mark that he might do wath it what he chose. 
 The poem thus carelessly offered was none 
 other than TJie Dream of Gerontius. It 
 was thankfully w^elcomed by Father Cole- 
 ridge, and shortly afterwards made its 
 appearance in two parts in successive num- 
 bers of The Month. 
 
 After the first part appeared in the May 
 number, Newman w^-ote to his friend, 
 Thomas William Allies : " As to Gerontius, 
 perhaps the second part will be a failure, 
 so be cautious with your criticism." The 
 second part appeared in the subsequent 
 number, and was received with as much 
 enthusiasm and praise as the first. It 
 would seem that the author was urged to 
 
HISTORY OF THE POEM 3 
 
 make further additions to the poem, for 
 in another letter to Mr. AlHes, written not 
 long after, Newman says : " No, I as- 
 sure you, I have nothing more to produce 
 of Gerontius. I could no more write any- 
 thing else by willing it, than I could fly/' 
 And to the Reverend John Telford he wrote : 
 " You do me too much honor if you think 
 I am to see in a dream everything that is to 
 be seen in the subject dreamed about. I 
 have said what I saw. Various spiritual 
 writers see various aspects of it, and, under 
 their protection and pattern, I have set down 
 the dream as it came before the sleeper. It 
 is not my fault if the sleeper did not dream 
 more. Perhaps something woke him. 
 Dreams are generally fragmentary; I have 
 nothing more to tell." 
 
 The Dream was afterwards added to the 
 author's earlier poems, which were published 
 together under the title Verses on Various 
 Occasions. Previous to this, however, a 
 separate edition of the poet's masterpiece 
 had been prepared and brought out, which 
 was affectionately inscribed to a departed 
 
4 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 friend and brother Oratorian, Father John 
 Joseph Gordon, as follows : — 
 
 Fratri Desideratissimo 
 Joanni Joseph Gordon 
 Oratorii S. P. N. Presbytero 
 Cujiis Anima in Refrigerio. 
 
 In die Comm J- ^' ^' 
 
 Omn. Fid. Def. 1865. 
 
 To my very dear brother, John Joseph Gordon, 
 
 Priest of the Oratory of St Philip Neri. 
 May his soul be in the Place of Refreshment. 
 
 John Henry New'MAN. 
 All Souls' Day, 1865. 
 
 This edition of TJie Dream has since gone 
 through more than forty-five reprints. It 
 was translated into French in 1869, and into 
 German in 1885. Two other events have 
 contributed to the increased knowledge and 
 popularity of The Dream; it was made the 
 subject of an inaugural address by the Pro- 
 fessor of Poetry at Oxford, Sir Francis 
 Doyle; and by Sir Edward Elgar, the cele- 
 brated composer, was worked into an ora- 
 torio which, since its first appearance in 
 1900, has received a wide appreciation at 
 home and abroad at the hands of the best 
 musical critics. 
 
THE METRE 5 
 
 The Dream has already taken, and holds 
 to-day, as in 1888 William Ewart Gladstone 
 said it would take and hold its position in 
 the literature of the world. With the best 
 contemporary critics w^e may confidently 
 say that the great Oratorian's poetic master- 
 piece is simply imperishable, and will ever 
 be numbered among the great poems of the 
 w^orld. 
 
 The Metre. — The metre in The Dream 
 is as highly varied as it is elegantly chosen. 
 There are throughout the poem no less than 
 eight variations of verse and stanza forms. 
 It is interesting and instructive to observe 
 how wonderfully each measure in its turn 
 obeys, as its dictator, the inner thought and 
 sentiment ; and in reading the poem, it is im- 
 possible not to be struck with the author's 
 masterliness, which, with apparent ease and 
 consummate grace, blends the tw^o opposing 
 rhythms, phrasal and metrical, into a living 
 harmony. 
 
 The most prevalent measure is the Iambic 
 Pentameter, the standard English line for 
 serious poetry. It is used by the two prin- 
 
6 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 cipal actors in the drama, Gerontius and his 
 Guardian Angel. The recitative and ex- 
 planatory portions are usually blank, and are 
 massed, according to the sense, into para- 
 graphs of unequal length. But as soon as 
 the underlying sentiment becomes more in- 
 tense and lyrical, the blank verse is straight- 
 way abandoned and gives way, following the 
 current of the sense, to a variety of stanzas, 
 the lines of which are variously grouped and 
 interrelated by means of the rhyme, by the 
 interspersion of alternate trimeters or di- 
 meters, and by the use of an Alexandrine or 
 fourteener as conclusion of a period, — thus 
 transfusing the whole with the life-blood of 
 an ever-changing yet delightfully harmoni- 
 ous movement. 
 
 Take the closing lines of the poem, the 
 parting words of the Angel Guardian to the 
 Soul, and observe how fittingly they are 
 thrown into a slightly modified form of the 
 Elegiac Stanza. The standard four alter- 
 nately rhyming iambic pentameters are, by 
 the introduction of an occasional trochee, 
 and by the addition of a rhyming over-syl- 
 
THE METRE 7 
 
 lable in the second and fourth Hnes, limbered 
 up to a charmingly graceful and easy move- 
 ment and softened into a tone of ineffable 
 sweetness and tenderness : — 
 
 Softly and gently, dearly ransomed soul, 
 In my most loving arms I now enfold thee, 
 
 And o'er the penal waters, as they roll, 
 
 I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold thee. 
 
 This is the movement and tone of purest 
 song, and hence too it so readily lends itself 
 to the rhythm of music : — 
 
 III I I I III III I I I :^ 
 
 Fare - well, | but not | for e | ver, bro | ther dear, 
 
 I III I I I ll I I I I I 
 Be brave | and pa | tient on | thy bed j of sor | row, 
 
 J^J J J |J J i J J |J J I J ^ 
 
 Swift - ly I shall pass | thy night | of tri | al here, 
 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 
 And I I will come | and wake [thee on| the mor row. 
 
 As an illustration of how pliant and varied 
 in pause, accent, and rhyme the standard 
 verse may under a master hand become, we 
 may instance the passage where the dying 
 
8 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Gerontius describes his feelings of fear and 
 dread at his approaching dissolution : — 
 
 I can no more, for now it comes again, 
 
 That sense of ruin, which is worse than pain, 
 
 That masterful negation and collapse 
 
 Of all that makes me man ; as though I bent 
 
 Over the dizzy brink 
 
 Of some sheer infinite descent; 
 
 Or worse, as though 
 
 Down, down for ever I was falling through 
 
 The solid framework of created things, 
 
 And needs must sink and sink 
 
 Into the vast abyss. And, crueller still, 
 
 A fierce and restless fright begins to fill 
 
 The mansion of my soul. And, worse and worse, 
 
 Some bodily form of ill 
 
 Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome curse 
 
 Tainting the hallowed air, and laughs, and flaps 
 
 Its hideous wings. 
 
 And makes me wild with horror and dismay. 
 
 Observe, first of all, at what irregular in- 
 tervals the lines are made to rhyme; and 
 next, how the precipitousness of the " sheer 
 infinite descent " and the consequent horror 
 of the '' fierce and restless fright " are strik- 
 ingly brought out by the sudden breaking ofif 
 of three of the lines, the very reading of 
 which gives one the sense of bending over a 
 dizzy brink and having one's breath sud- 
 
THE METRE 9 
 
 denly taken away. Two further lines are 
 cut short, indicating Gerontius' pausing in 
 utter dismay at sight of the Evil One, whose 
 loathsome curses and offensive shrieks are 
 onomatopoetically echoed in the two inter- 
 vening full lines. And how deftly yet how 
 simply the movement is varied! First, it is 
 accelerated by the use of a trochee - ^ instead 
 of an iamb --, producing a dactylic inter- 
 weave in the line : — 
 
 Over the dizzy brink ; 
 
 next, two lines later, it is suddenly slowed 
 down by a spondee - -, which admirably 
 brings out the feeling of 
 
 Down, down for ever falling ; 
 
 and then it becomes rapid again, even 
 hurried, and breathless, indicating the de- 
 parting soul's restless fright and anxious 
 trepidation. 
 
 It appears then that the poet, while on 
 the whole faithful to the original pattern 
 of iambic pentameters, still moves with 
 the perfect ease and freedom of a mas- 
 ter, obeying only the fundamental require- 
 
lO THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 ments of the underlying thought; and 
 by thus continually breaking and varying 
 the structure of the verse, skilfully avoids 
 the ever present danger of monotony, which 
 would else naturally arise from five iambic 
 feet succeeding each other line after line. 
 
 Next to the pentameter in prevalence is 
 the so-called Ballad Measure, consisting of 
 two iambic tetrameters alternated with two 
 rhyming iambic trimeters; which measure 
 is most suitably adopted for the songs of 
 creation, fall, and redemption sung by the 
 five Choirs of Angelicals : — 
 
 J ! J J N J N J N 
 
 To us I his el | der race | He gave 
 
 J I J J ! J 
 
 To bat I tie and I to 
 
 wm, 
 
 With - out I the chas | tise - ment | of pain, 
 
 J I J J I J J I J 
 
 With - out I the soil | of sin. 
 
 Then there is the Trochaic Measure, used 
 in the final prayers of Gerontius and his 
 Assistants, as also in the pleading of the 
 
THE METRE II 
 
 Angel of the Agony. Gerontius' prayer 
 takes the form of the alternate rhyming 
 Hymn Stanza, technically called the 8s and 
 7s, the second and fourth lines being one 
 syllable short. Its light and tripping move- 
 ment suits well with the confident tone of 
 his dying prayer : — 
 
 J J N J N J N J 
 
 Sim - ply to His grace and whol - ly 
 
 J J I J J I ^ J I J 
 
 Light and life and strength be - long, 
 
 I 
 And I 
 
 to His grace and 
 
 1 
 whol 
 
 I 1 1 
 life and strength 
 
 1 
 be - 
 
 1 III 
 love su - preme - ly, 
 
 sole 
 
 Ml III II I 
 
 I ill III III 
 
 Him the ho - ly, Him the strong. 
 
 while the solemnity of the reverent and 
 piercingly ardent prayer of the Angel of 
 the Agony aptly registers itself in the tro- 
 chaic hexameter: — 
 
 I II ! ! I I 11 I I I I I I I 
 
 <^ d \ d d \ ^ d \ ^ d \ ^ d \ <^ 
 Je - su, by that shud-dering dread which fell on Thee. 
 
 In the Litany of the Saints recited by the 
 Assistants we have a perfect specimen of 
 
12 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 interchange and blending of measures. The 
 Church's solemn prayer is opened in an ir- 
 regular flow of anxious ejaculatory cries to 
 Heaven for help in this hour of need. While 
 for a moment it becomes more even and 
 quiet, as expressed in the subdued strain of 
 two iambic lines, it suddenly leaps into the 
 more rapid anapestic and amphibrach tune, 
 where with impetuous eagerness God is im- 
 plored to preserve His servant 
 
 From the sins | that are past, 
 From Thy frown | and Thine ire, 
 From thS per|ils of dying, 
 From any | complying 
 With sin or | denying 
 His God, or | relying 
 On self I at the last. 
 
 Here the first two lines are regular ana- 
 pestic dimeters, but from the third on each 
 line snatches in its hurrying course a short 
 syllable from the next following, thus pro- 
 ducing an amphibrach blend; and the ana- 
 pestic scheme is fully recovered only in the 
 last line. The Litany then goes on in a 
 lighter and more confident tone, which is 
 
THE METRE 1 3 
 
 well expressed in the movement of the 
 trochee. It appears first in rhymed couplets 
 of 7s : — 
 
 By Thy | birth and | by Thy | Cross 
 Rescue | him from | endless | loss ; 
 
 and then in rhymed couplets of lis: — 
 
 Rescue | him, O | Lord, in | this his | evil | hour 
 As of I old so I many | by Thy gracious | power. 
 
 Finally there is to be noted the measure of 
 the Demon's Chorus, which is a wonderful 
 achievement of poetic artistry. The medley 
 of iambs, trochees, amphimacers, dactyls, 
 and anapests is completely controlled by the 
 undertone of phrasal rhythm, which by sud- 
 den abrupt breaks and by the congestion 
 of short syllables operates to produce the ef- 
 fect of a howl of infernal dissonances. The 
 feet vary in length almost at random from 
 two to five syllables, yet are so masterfully 
 held together by a complete scheme of rhyme, 
 which, though copious and perfect, shoots 
 to and fro so irregularly that it seems ap- 
 parently but to serve to heighten the effect 
 of confusion and disorder. This solitary 
 
14 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 note of harmony amid the continued jangle 
 of disharmonies is probably meant by the 
 poet to indicate the one principle upon 
 which these lawless beings are agreed — 
 their inveterate hatred of, and relentless 
 opposition to, God and the human race. 
 
 The Flight of the Soul — The Dream 
 of Gerontius is not a theological treatise on 
 the state of the soul after death. But, in 
 spite of what Newman himself has re- 
 marked regarding it, — that it is merely a 
 fragment, — in the sense, viz., that the 
 sleeper did not see all that was to be seen in 
 that new and undiscovered country, it must 
 nevertheless be admitted that the poem as 
 a w^hole presents so complete a view of one 
 phase at least of the soul's existence, that 
 it is difficult to see how even formal theology 
 could tell us more of that wonderful flight 
 of the soul from earth to purgatory. This 
 central idea and theme of the poem is 
 beautifully elaborated in seven parts, which 
 are chronologically so closely linked to- 
 gether that they have simply been called 
 paragraphs. 
 
THE FLIGHT OF THE SOUL 15 
 
 The first of these paragraphs, which 
 serves as an introduction, describes the lat- 
 ter part of that dread hour, the novissima 
 hora of this Hfe, the hour of immediate 
 preparation for the Soul's appearance be- 
 fore its Judge. The remaining six para- 
 graphs, which tell the Soul's history in an- 
 other land, can hardly be said to have any 
 chronology at all, 
 
 For spirits and men by different standards mete 
 The less and greater in the flow of time; 
 
 and all the Soul's experience, from the in- 
 stant it leaves the body to its final immersion 
 in the lake, covers a space less than a million- 
 million-millionth part of a moment. Yet in 
 this infinitesimal fraction of a moment we 
 have compressed by a master theologian the 
 vast and complicated history of God's deal- 
 ings with His creatures. 
 
 The Line of Argument. — Following 
 the divisions made by the author himself, we 
 may now attempt a brief characterization 
 of the various parts and point out the lead- 
 ing ideas employed in each paragraph. 
 
1 6 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Paragraph I. — The prevailing tone of 
 this part is one of deep sorrow and intense 
 pain, yet tempered withal by Christian resig- 
 nation and confidence in God's abiding love. 
 Gerontius, fortified by the rites of Holy 
 Church, and strengthened by the Bread of 
 the Strong, lies calm and recollected on his 
 death-bed ready to die. But as he hears 
 death knocking its dire summons at his door, 
 he is seized with a sudden terror by which 
 he is driven to invoke the powerful names 
 of Jesus and Mary. The little time that 
 still remains he uses well in making acts 
 of faith, hope, contrition, and love ; and then 
 unreservedly surrenders himself into the 
 hands of God. 
 
 His account of the awful agony is con- 
 stantly interspersed by short ejaculatory 
 prayers ; and though he instinctively flinches 
 from that " sense of ruin which is worse than 
 pain," he is yet powerfully assisted and 
 buoyed up by the prayers of his friends who 
 presently begin with the attending priest to 
 say the Litany, asking all the Saints of God 
 to intercede for him, and imploring God 
 
THE FLIGHT OF THE SOUL 17 
 
 Himself to deliver him from the danger of a 
 final fall, and to save him by the merits of 
 Christ. With the words of the expiring 
 Saviour on his lips, Gerontius dies, answer- 
 ing the call of the Master, just at the mo- 
 ment when the priest, in the name of God, 
 bids the Soul go forth on its journey from 
 this world. 
 
 Paragraph 11. — The final struggle over, 
 Gerontius goes to sleep — the sleep of death, 
 and in the same moment awakens in another 
 world, refreshed by a sense of inexpressible 
 lightness and freedom. But the Soul being 
 deprived of its body, through which on earth 
 it held communion with the outer world, is 
 now thrown entirely upon itself; and, being 
 in a state of separation not originally in- 
 tended, feels its solitariness out in the deep 
 stillness despite the '' sweet soothing rest " 
 of eternity. For a moment it is perplexed in 
 its new surroundings ; lodged, as it were, in 
 the rent of the veil that divides this life from 
 the next, it feels itself neither here nor there ; 
 from the one side it hears but faint echoes 
 
l8 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 of earthly voices, and on the other it has 
 before it the infinite stretch of the undiscov- 
 ered country. And as it is borne forward 
 on its way, traversing it knows not whether 
 infinity of space muhiphed, or infinitesimal- 
 ness of space divided, it is suddenly arrested 
 by the AngeFs song, in which he tells in 
 heart-subduing melodies the varied his- 
 tory of his client: his high destiny, his 
 fallen state, his costly repurchase, his dreary 
 life-long fray, and relentless fight with the 
 foe, his wonderful nature — a strange com- 
 posite of heaven and earth, a nature w^hich 
 the Guardian Angel alone among Angels 
 can comprehend. By the drinking in of this 
 heavenly music the Soul becomes 
 
 So whole of heart, so calm, so self-possessed. 
 With such a full content, and with a sense 
 So apprehensive and discriminant, 
 As no temptation can intoxicate. 
 
 Paragraph III. — The Soul now fully at 
 home in the Angel's company, would have 
 nothing but to speak with him for speaking's 
 sake. It raises various questions W'hich are 
 answered and explained by the Angel, who 
 
THE FLIGHT OF THE SOUL 1 9 
 
 condescendingly assumes the role of inter- 
 preter. Two misapprehensions are cleared 
 up, one regarding the nature of eternity, 
 where 
 
 . . . intervals in their succession 
 
 Are measured by the hving thought alone, 
 
 And time is not a common property ; 
 
 the other regarding the strange disappear- 
 ance of its one-time fear and dread of having 
 to meet the awful Judge. 
 
 Paragraph IV. — As the Soul and the An- 
 gel approach the judgment court, they hear 
 the fierce hubbub raised by the demons 
 prowling about the entrance, who mali- 
 ciously heap all manner of evil names upon 
 God and man, and contemptuously cast their 
 venom of abuse on the Saint who gains 
 the guerdon which they have forfeited. The 
 Soul is much surprised at their impotence 
 to harm; but the Angel explains that even 
 on earth those fallen ones could show so 
 majestical only because man had a traitor 
 nestling close at home — his inborn evil 
 inclinations. 
 
20 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 The state of the disembodied Soul is next 
 portrayed. Bereft of all the senses, the Soul 
 now lives in a world of signs and types, 
 wrapped and swathed around in dreams. 
 
 Dreams that are true, yet enigmatical. 
 
 Its longing for one glimpse of the Most Fair, 
 ere it plunges into the avenging flames of 
 Purgatory, is neither vain nor rash; yet 
 that sight will not only gladden but likewise 
 pierce and burn. 
 
 Paragraph V. — While the Angel is mak- 
 ing it clear to the Soul by a concrete example 
 what in its present condition its desire to 
 see God implies, they enter the House of 
 Judgment, — of which every smallest por- 
 tion. 
 
 Cornice, or frieze, or bakistrade, or stair, 
 The very pavement is made up of life — 
 Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings. 
 Who hymn their Maker's praise continually. 
 
 These Angelicals, formed into choirs, sing 
 of creation, original justice, the fall and re- 
 demption ; and tell, as only an Angel's death- 
 less fire, an Angel's reach of thought can 
 
THE FLIGHT OF THE SOUL 21 
 
 tell, of the infinite display of God's victori- 
 ous grace, of the triumph God has wrought, 
 
 . . . that He who smote 
 In man for man the foe, 
 The double agony in man 
 For man should undergo. 
 
 The Angel further explains the nature of 
 the Soul's approaching agony, when it shall 
 be smitten from the face of the Incarnate 
 God with a double pain — 
 
 The longing for Him when it sees Him not, 
 The shame of self at thought of seeing Him, 
 
 which will be its " veriest, sharpest purga- 
 tory." 
 
 Paragraph VI. — They pass the gate and 
 come into the veiled presence of God. Just 
 then come floating up from earth the echoes 
 of voices of interceding friends, while the 
 Angel of Christ's Agony, who '' saw the 
 Creator reel amid that solitary fight in the 
 garden shade," pleads with the Judge in a 
 litany calm and sweetly pathetic. The Soul 
 is judged as with the intemperate energy 
 of love it flies to the dear feet of Em- 
 manuel; but before it reaches them it is 
 
22 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 seized and scorched by the flame of the 
 Everlasting Love, consumed yet quickened 
 by the glance of God. The happy suffering 
 Soul breathes the touching prayer : — 
 
 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. 
 
 Paragraph VII. — The Angel bears the 
 Soul away through the gates of the Golden 
 Prison, out of whose depths the sad yet 
 hopeful strain of the Psalm is heard: 
 " Lord, Thou hast been our" refuge in every 
 generation." He lovingly dips his precious 
 burden in the lake, giving his charge to the 
 keeping of the Angels of Purgatory* and 
 hovering over the penal waters which clo'se 
 in upon the dearly ransomed Soul as it sinks 
 '' deep, deeper into the dim distance," he 
 speaks his tender parting words : 
 
 Farewell, but not for ever! brother dear, 
 Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow ; 
 Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here, 
 And I will come and wake thee on the morrow. 
 
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 § I 
 
 Gerontius 
 
 JESU, MARIA — I am near to death, 
 
 And Thou art caUing- me; I know it now 
 Not by the token of this faltering breath, 
 
 This chill at heart, this dampness on my 
 brow, 
 (Jesu, have mercy ! Mary, pray for me!) s 
 
 'Tis this new feeling, never felt before, 
 (Be with me. Lord, in my extremity!) 
 
 That I am going, that I am no more. 
 'Tis this strange innermost abandonment, 
 
 (Lover of souls! great God! I look to 
 Thee,) lo 
 
 This emptying out of each constituent 
 
 And natural force, by which I come to be. 
 Pray for me, O my friends ; a visitant 
 
 Is knocking his dire summons at my door. 
 The like of whom, to scare me and to daunt, ^s 
 
 Has never, never come to me before ; 
 
24 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 'Tis death, — O loving friends, your 
 
 prayers ! — 'tis he ! . . . 
 As though my very being had given way, 
 
 As though I was no more a substance now. 
 And could fall back on nought to be my stay, 20 
 
 (Help, loving Lord! Thou my sole 
 Refuge, Thou,) 
 And turn no whither, but must needs decay 
 
 And drop from out the universal frame 
 Into that shapeless, scopeless, blank abyss. 
 
 That utter nothingness, of which I came : 25 
 This is it that has come to pass in me; 
 
 Oh horror! this it is, my dearest, this; 
 So pray for me, my friends, who have not 
 strength to pray. 
 
 Assistants 
 Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison. 
 Holy Mary, pray for him. 30 
 
 All holy Angels, pray for him. 
 Choirs of the righteous, pray for him. 
 Holy Abraham, pray for him. 
 St. John Baptist, St. Joseph, pray for him. 
 St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Andrew, St. John, ss 
 All Apostles, all Evangelists, pray for him. 
 
PARAGRAPH ONE 25 
 
 All holy Disciples of the Lord, pray for him. 
 
 All holy Innocents, pray for him. 
 
 All holy Martyrs, all holy Confessors, 
 
 All holy Hermits, all holy Virgins, 40 
 
 All ye Saints of God, pray for him. 
 
 Gerontiiis 
 Rouse thee, my fainting soul, and play the 
 man; 
 
 And through such waning span 
 Of life and thought as still has to be trod, 
 
 Prepare to meet thy God. 4S 
 
 And while the storm of that bewilderment 
 
 Is for a season spent, 
 And, ere afresh the ruin on thee fall. 
 
 Use well the interval. 
 
 Assistants 
 Be merciful, be gracious ; spare him, Lord. 50 
 Be merciful, be gracious ; Lord, deliver him. 
 From the sins that are past ; 
 
 From Thy frown and Thine ire; 
 From the perils of dying; 
 From any complying S5 
 
 With sin, or denying 
 His God, or relying 
 
26 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 On self, at the last; 
 
 From the nethermost fire; 
 From all that is evil ; 60 
 
 From power of the devil; 
 Thy servant deliver, 
 For once and forever. 
 
 By Thy birth, and by Thy Cross, 
 
 Rescue him from endless loss; 6^ 
 
 By Thy death and burial. 
 
 Save him from a final fall ; 
 
 By Thy rising from the tomb, 
 By Thy mounting up above, 
 By the Spirit's gracious love, 70 
 
 Save him in the day of doom. 
 
 Ger on tilts 
 
 Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus, 
 
 De profundis oro te, 
 Miserere, Judex mens, 
 
 Parce mihi, Domine. 7S 
 
 Firmly I believe and truly 
 
 God is Three, and God is One; 
 And I next acknowledge duly 
 
 Manhood taken by the Son. 
 
PARAGRAPH ONE 27 
 
 And I trust and hope most fully 80 
 
 In that Manhood crucified ; 
 And each thought and deed unruly 
 
 Do to death, as He has died. 
 Simply to His grace and wholly 
 Light and life and strength belong, 85 
 And I love, supremely, solely, 
 
 Him the holy, Him the strong. 
 Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus, 
 
 De profundis oro te. 
 Miserere, Judex mens, 90 
 
 Parce mihi, Domine. 
 And I hold in veneration. 
 
 For the love of Him alone. 
 Holy Church, as His creation. 
 
 And her teachings, as His own. 95 
 And I take with joy whatever 
 
 Now besets me, pain or fear, 
 And with a strong will I sever 
 
 All the ties which bind me here. 
 Adoration aye be given, loc 
 
 With and through the angelic 
 host. 
 To the God of earth and heaven. 
 
 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 
 
28 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus, 
 
 De profundis oro te, 105 
 
 Miserere, Judex meus, 
 Mortis in discrimine. 
 
 I can no more ; for now it comes again, 
 
 That sense of ruin, which is worse than pain, 
 
 That masterful negation and collapse "o 
 
 Of all that makes me man; as though I bent 
 
 Over the dizzy brink 
 
 Of some sheer infinite descent; 
 
 Or worse, as though 
 
 Down, down for ever I was falling through "S 
 
 The solid framework of created things, 
 
 And needs must sink and sink 
 
 Into the vast abyss. And, crueller still, 
 
 A fierce and restless fright begins to fill 
 
 The mansion of my soul. And, worse and 
 
 worse, 120 
 
 wSome bodily form of ill 
 Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome 
 
 curse 
 Tainting the hallowed air, and laughs, and 
 
 flaps 
 Its hideous wings, 
 And makes me wild with horror and dismay. 125 
 
PARAGRAPH ONE 29 
 
 O Jesu, help ! pray for me, Mary, pray ! 
 Some angel, Jesu ! such as came to Thee 
 In Thine own agony. . . . 
 Mary, pray for me. Joseph, pray for me. 
 Mary, pray for me. ^30 
 
 Assistants 
 Rescue him, O Lord, in this his evil hour. 
 As of old so many by Thy gracious power : — 
 
 (Amen.) 
 Enoch and Elias from the common doom; 
 
 (Amen.) 
 Noe from the waters in a saving home; 
 
 (Amen.) 
 Abraham from th' abounding guilt of Hea- 
 thenesse; (Amen.) ^35 
 Job from all his multiform and fell distress; 
 
 (Amen.) 
 Isaac, when his father's knife was raised to 
 
 slay; (Amen.) 
 Lot from burning Sodom on its judgment 
 
 day; (Amen.) 
 Moses from the land of bondage and despair; 
 
 (Amen.) 
 Daniel from the hungry lions in their lair; 
 
 (Amen.) ho 
 
30 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 And the Children Three amid the furnace- 
 flame; (Amen.) 
 
 Chaste Susanna from the slander and the 
 shame; (Amen.) 
 
 David from Golia and the wrath of Saul; 
 (Amen.) 
 
 And the two Apostles from their prison- 
 thrall; (Amen.) 
 
 Thecla from her torments; (Amen.) ms 
 
 — so, to show Thy power, 
 
 Rescue this Thy servant in his evil hour. 
 
 Gerontius 
 Novissima hora est ; and I fain would sleep. 
 The pain has wearied me. . . . Into Thy 
 
 hands, 
 O Lord, into Thy hands . . . 
 
 The Priest 
 Proficiscere, anima Christiana, de hoc 
 
 mundo ! 15° 
 
 Go forth upon thy journey. Christian soul ! 
 Go from this world! Go, in the Name of 
 
 God, 
 The Omnipotent Father, who created thee! 
 Go, in the Name of Jesus Christ, our Lord, 
 
PARAGRAPH TWO 31 
 
 Son of the living God, who bled for thee ! iss 
 Go, in the Name of the Holy Spirit, who 
 Hath been poured out on thee! Go, in the 
 
 name 
 Of Angels and Archangels; in the name 
 Of Thrones and Dominations; in the name 
 Of Princedoms and of Powers; and in the 
 
 name i6o 
 
 Of Cherubim and Seraphim, go forth! 
 Go, in the name of Patriarchs and Prophets ; 
 And of Apostles and Evangelists, 
 Of Martyrs and Confessors; in the name 
 Of holy Monks and Hermits ; in the name 165 
 Of holy Virgins; and all Saints of God, 
 Both men and women, go ! Go on thy course ! 
 And may thy place to-day be found in peace, 
 And may thy dwelling be the Holy Mount 
 Of Sion : — in the name of Christ, our 
 
 Lord. 170 
 
 Soul of Gerontius 
 I went to sleep; and now I am refreshed, 
 A strange refreshment : for I feel in me 
 An inexpressive lightness, and a sense 
 
32 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Of freedom, as I were at length myself, 
 And ne'er had been before. How still it is ! 
 I hear no more the busy beat of time, 
 No, nor my fluttering breath, nor struggling 
 
 pulse ; 
 Nor does one moment differ from the 
 
 next. 
 I had a dream; yes : — someone softly said 
 '' He 's gone " ; and then a sigh went round 
 
 the room. lo 
 
 And then I surely heard a priestly voice 
 Cry '' Subvenite " ; and they knelt in prayer. 
 I seem to hear him still ; but thin and low, 
 And fainter and more faint the accents come, 
 As at an ever-widening interval. ^5 
 
 Ah! whence is this? What is this severance? 
 This silence pours a solitariness 
 Into the very essence of my soul ; 
 And the deep rest, so soothing and so sweet. 
 Hath something too of sternness and of pain. 20 
 For it drives back my thoughts upon their 
 
 spring 
 By a strange introversion, and perforce 
 I now begin to feed upon myself, 
 Because I have nought else to feed upon. 
 
PARAGRAPH TWO 33 
 
 Am I alive or dead? I am not dead, 25 
 
 But in the body still ; for I possess 
 
 A sort of confidence which clings to me, 
 
 That each particular organ holds its place 
 
 As heretofore, combining with the rest 
 
 Into one symmetry, that wraps me round, 30 
 
 And makes me man; and surely I could 
 
 move. 
 Did I but will it, every part of me. 
 And yet I cannot to my sense bring home 
 By very trial, that I have the power. 
 'Tis strange ; I cannot stir a hand or foot, ^s 
 I cannot make my fingers or my lips 
 By mutual pressure witness each to each. 
 Nor by the eyelid's instantaneous stroke 
 Assure myself I have a body still. 
 Nor do I know my very attitude, 40 
 
 Nor if I stand, or lie, or sit, or kneel. 
 
 So much I know, not knowing how I know, 
 That the vast universe, where I have dwelt, 
 Is quitting me, or I am quitting it. 
 Or I or it is rushing on the wings 4S 
 
 Of light or lightning on an onward course, 
 And we e'en now are million miles apart. 
 
34 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Yet ... is this peremptory severance 
 Wrought out in lengthening measurements 
 
 of space 
 Which grow and multiply by speed and time ? so 
 Or am I traversing infinity 
 By endless subdivision, hurrying back 
 From finite towards infinitesimal, 
 Thus dying out of the expansed world? 
 
 Another marvel : someone has me fast 55 
 
 Within his ample palm; 'tis not a grasp 
 
 Such as they use on earth, but all around 
 
 Over the surface of my subtle being, 
 
 As though I were a sphere, and capable 
 
 To be accosted thus, a uniform 60 
 
 And gentle pressure tells me I am not 
 
 Self -moving, but borne forward on my way. 
 
 And hark! I hear a singing; yet in sooth 
 
 I cannot of that music rightly say 
 
 Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones. 65 
 
 Oh what a heart-subduing melody! 
 
 Angel 
 My work is done, 
 My task is o'er, 
 And so I come, 
 
PARAGRAPH TWO 35 
 
 Taking it home, 70 
 
 For the crown is won, 
 Alleluia, 
 For evermore. 
 
 My Father gave 
 
 In charge to me 7S 
 
 This child of earth 
 E'en from its birth, 
 To serve and save. 
 Alleluia, 
 And saved is he. 80 
 
 This child of clay 
 To me was given. 
 To rear and train 
 By sorrow and pain 
 In the narrow way, 85 
 
 Alleluia, 
 From earth to heaven. 
 
 Soul 
 
 It is a member of that family 
 
 Of wondrous beings, who, ere the worlds 
 
 were made, 
 Millions of ages back, have stood around 90 
 
36 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 The throne of God : — he never has known 
 
 sin; 
 But through those cycles all but infinite, 
 Has had a strong and pure celestial life, 
 And bore to gaze on th' unveiled face of God, 
 And drank from the eternal Fount of truth, 95 
 And served Him with a keen ecstatic love. 
 Hark! he begins again. 
 
 Angel 
 
 O Lord, how wonderful in depth and height. 
 
 But most in man, how wonderful Thou art ! 
 
 With what a love, what soft persuasive 
 
 might i°° 
 
 Victorious o'er the stubborn fleshly heart. 
 Thy tale complete of saints Thou dost 
 
 provide. 
 To fill the thrones which angels lost 
 through pride! 
 
 He lay a grovelling babe upon the ground. 
 Polluted in the blood of his first sire, 105 
 
 With his whole essence shattered and un- 
 sound. 
 And coiled around his heart a demon dire, 
 
PARAGRAPH TWO 37 
 
 Which was not of his nature, but had skill 
 To bind and form his opening mind to ill. 
 
 Then was I sent from heaven to set right no 
 
 The balance in his soul of truth and sin, 
 And I have waged a long relentless fight. 
 Resolved that death-environed spirit to 
 
 win. 
 Which from its fallen state, when all was 
 
 lost, 
 Had been repurchased at so dread a cost. "S 
 
 Oh, what a shifting parti-colored scene 
 Of hope and fear, of triumph and dismay, 
 
 Of recklessness and penitence, has been 
 The history of that dreary, life-long fray ! 
 And oh, the grace to nerve him and to lead, 120 
 How patient, prompt, and lavish at his 
 need! 
 
 O man, strange composite of heaven and 
 
 earth ! 
 Majesty dwarfed to baseness! fragrant 
 
 flower 
 Running to poisonous seed! and seeming 
 
 worth 
 
38 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Cloking corruption ! weakness mastering 
 
 power! 125 
 
 Who never art so near to crime and shame, 
 As when thou hast achieved some deed of 
 name ; — 
 
 How should ethereal natures comprehend 
 
 A thing made up of spirit and of clay, 
 Were we not tasked to nurse it and to tend, 130 
 Linked one to one throughout its mortal 
 
 day? 
 More than the Seraph in his height of 
 
 place. 
 The Angel-guardian knows and loves the 
 ransomed race. 
 
 Soul 
 
 Now know I surely that I am at length 
 
 Out of the body ; had I part with earth, 135 
 
 I never could have drunk those accents in, 
 
 And not have worshipped as a god the voice 
 
 That was so musical ; but now I am 
 
 So whole of heart, so calm, so self-possessed. 
 
 With such a full content, and with a sense 140 
 
 So apprehensive and discriminant, 
 
 As no temptation can intoxicate. 
 
PARAGRAPH THREE 39 
 
 Nor have I even terror at the thought 
 That I am clasped by such a sainthness. 
 
 Angel 
 
 All praise to Him, at whose sublime decree us 
 
 The last are first, the first become the last; 
 
 By whom the suppliant prisoner is set free, 
 
 By whom proud first-borns from their 
 
 thrones are cast; 
 \Mi(5 raises Mary to be Queen of Heaven, 
 While Lucifer is left, condemned and un- 
 forgiven. ^5© 
 
 § 3 
 
 Soul 
 I will address him. Mighty one, my Lord, 
 My Guardian Spirit, all hail ! 
 
 Angel 
 
 All hail, my child ! 
 My child and brother, hail! what wouldest 
 thou? 
 
 Soul 
 
 I would have nothing but to speak with thee s 
 For speaking's sake. I wish to hold with thee 
 
40 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Conscious communion ; though I fain would 
 
 know 
 A maze of things, were it but meet to ask, 
 And not a curiousness. 
 
 Angel 
 
 You cannot now 
 Cherish a wish which ought not to be wished. lo 
 
 Soul • 
 
 Then I will speak. I ever had believed 
 That on the moment when the struggling 
 
 soul 
 Quitted its mortal case, forthwith it fell 
 Under the awful Presence of its God, 
 There to be judged and sent to its own place. 15 
 What lets me now from going to my Lord? 
 
 Angel 
 
 Thou art not let ; but with extremest speed 
 Art hurrying to the Just and Holy Judge : 
 For scarcely art thou disembodied yet. 
 Divide a moment, as men measure time, 20 
 
 Into its million-million-millionth part. 
 Yet even less than that the interval 
 
PARAGRAPH THREE 41 
 
 Since thou didst leave the body; and the 
 
 priest 
 Cried " Subvenite/^ and they fell to prayer; 
 Nay, scarcely yet have they begun to pray. 25 
 For spirits and men by different standards 
 
 mete 
 The less and greater in the flow of time. 
 By sun and moon, primeval ordinances — 
 By stars which rise and set harmoniously — 
 By the recurring seasons, and the swing, 3° 
 This way and that, of the suspended rod 
 Precise and punctual, men divide the hours, 
 Equal, continuous, for their common use. 
 Not so with us in the immaterial world ; 
 But intervals in their succession 35 
 
 Are measured by the living thought alone, 
 And grow or wane with its intensity. 
 And time is not a common property; 
 But what is long is short, and swift is slow. 
 And near is distant, as received and grasped 40 
 By this mind and by that, and every one 
 Is standard of his own chronology. 
 And memory lacks its natural resting-points 
 Of years, and centuries, and periods. 
 It is thy very energy of thought as 
 
 Which keeps thee from thy God. 
 
42 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Soul 
 
 Dear Angel, say, 
 Why have I now no fear at meeting Him? 
 Along my earthly life, the thought of death 
 And judgment was to me most terrible. 
 I had it aye before me, and I saw so 
 
 The Judge severe e'en in the crucifix. 
 Now that the hour is come, my fear is fled ; 
 And at this balance of my destiny. 
 Now close upon me, I can forward look 
 With a serenest joy. 55 
 
 Angel 
 
 It is because 
 Then thou didst fear, that now thou dost not 
 
 fear. 
 Thou hast forestalled the agony, and so 
 For thee the bitterness of death is past. 
 Also, because already in thy soul 
 The judgment is begun. That day of doom, 60 
 One and the same for the collected world, — 
 That solemn consummation for all flesh, 
 Is, in the case of each, anticipate 
 Upon his death ; and, as the last great day 
 In the particular judgment is rehearsed, 6s 
 
PARAGRAPH FOUR 43 
 
 So now, too, ere thou comest to the Throne, 
 A presage falls upon thee, as a ray 
 Straight from the Judge, expressive of thy 
 
 lot. 
 That calm and joy uprising in thy soul 
 Is first-fruit to thee of thy recompense, 70 
 And heaven begun. 
 
 §4 
 
 Soul 
 
 But hark ! upon my sense 
 Comes a fierce hubbub, which would make 
 
 me fear 
 Could I be frighted. 
 
 Angel 
 
 We are now arrived 
 Close on the judgment court; that sullen 
 
 howl 5 
 
 Is from the demons who assemble there. 
 It is the middle region, where of old 
 Satan appeared among the sons of God, 
 To cast his jibes and scofifs at holy Job. 
 So now his legions throng the vestibule, lo 
 
 Hungry and wild, to claim their property, 
 And gather souls for hell. Hist to their cry. 
 
44 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Soul 
 How sour and how uncouth a dissonance ! 
 
 Demons 
 Low-born clods 
 
 Of brute earth is 
 
 They aspire 
 To become gods, 
 
 By a new birth, 
 And an extra grace, 
 
 And a score of merits, 20 
 
 As if aught 
 Could stand in place 
 
 Of the high thought. 
 And the glance of fire 
 Of the great spirits, 25 
 
 The powers blest, 
 
 The lords by right, 
 The primal owners. 
 
 Of the proud dwelling 
 And realm of light, — 30 
 
 Dispossessed, 
 
 Aside thrust. 
 
 Chucked down 
 
 By the sheer might 
 
PARAGRAPH FOUR 45 
 
 Of a despot's will, 3S 
 
 Of a tyrant's frown, 
 Who after expelling 
 Their hosts, gave, 
 Triumphant still. 
 And still unjust, 40 
 
 Each forfeit crown 
 To psalm-droners, 
 And canting groaners, 
 
 To every slave. 
 And pious cheat, 4S 
 
 And crawling knave. 
 Who licked the dust 
 
 Under his feet. 
 
 Angel 
 It is the restless panting of their being; 
 Like beasts of prey, who, caged within their 
 
 bars, so 
 
 In a deep hideous purring have their life, 
 And an incessant pacing to and fro. 
 
 Demons 
 The mind bold 
 
 And independent, 
 
 The purpose free, ss 
 
46 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 So we are told, 
 Must not think 
 
 To have the ascendant. 
 
 What 's a samt? 
 One whose breath 60 
 
 Doth the air taint 
 Before his death; 
 
 A bundle of bones, 
 Which fools adore, 
 
 Ha! ha! 65 
 
 When life is o'er; 
 Which rattle and stink, 
 
 E'en in the flesh. 
 We cry his pardon ! 
 
 No flesh hath he ; 70 
 
 Ha! ha! 
 For it hath died, 
 
 'Tis crucified 
 Day by day, 
 Afresh, afresh, 75 
 
 Ha! ha! 
 That holy clay. 
 Ha! ha! 
 This g-ains guerdon. 
 
 So priestlings prate. 
 
 80 
 
PARAGRAPH FOUR 47 
 
 Ha! ha! 
 Before the Judge, 
 
 And pleads and atones 
 For spite and grudge, 
 
 And bigot mood, 85 
 
 And envy and hate, 
 
 And greed of blood. 
 
 Soul 
 
 How impotent they are ! and yet on earth 
 They have repute for wondrous power and 
 
 skill; 
 And books describe, how that the very face 90 
 Of the Evil One, if seen, would have a force 
 Even to freeze the blood, and choke the life 
 Of him who saw it. 
 
 Angel 
 
 In thy trial-state 
 Thou hadst a traitor nestling close at home, 
 Connatural, who with the powers of hell 95 
 Was leagued, and of thy senses kept the keys. 
 And to that deadliest foe unlocked thy heart. 
 And therefore is it, in respect to man. 
 Those fallen ones show so majestical. 
 
48 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 But, when some child of grace, angel or 
 
 saint, loo 
 
 Pure and upright in his integrity 
 Of nature, meets the demons on their raid. 
 They scud away as cowards from the fight. 
 Nay, oft hath holy hermit in his cell. 
 Not yet disburdened of mortality, 105 
 
 Mocked at their threats and warlike over- 
 tures; 
 Or, dying, when they swarmed, like flies 
 
 around, 
 Defied them, and departed to his Judge. 
 
 Demons 
 
 Virtue and vice, 
 
 A knave's pretence, no 
 
 Tis all the same; 
 Ha! ha! 
 
 Dread of hell-fire. 
 Of the venomous flame, 
 
 A coward's plea. us 
 Give him his price. 
 
 Saint though he be. 
 Ha! ha! 
 From shrewd good sense 
 
PARAGRAPH FOUR 49 
 
 He '11 slave for hire 120 
 
 Ha! ha! 
 
 And does but aspire 
 To the heaven above 
 
 With sordid aim, 
 And not from love. 125 
 
 Ha! ha! 
 
 Soul 
 I see not those false spirits ; shall I see 
 My dearest Master, when I reach His 
 
 throne ; 
 Or hear, at least. His awful judgment-word 
 With personal intonation, as I now 130 
 
 Hear thee, not see thee. Angel? Hitherto 
 All has been darkness since I left the earth; 
 Shall I remain thus sight-bereft all through 
 My penance-time? If so, how comes it then 
 That I have hearing still, and taste, and 
 
 touch, 135 
 
 Yet not a glimmer of that princely sense 
 Which binds ideas in one, and makes them 
 
 live? 
 
 Angel 
 
 Nor touch, nor taste, nor hearing hast thou 
 now; 
 
50 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Thou livest in a world of signs and types, 
 The presentations of most holy truths, 140 
 
 Living and strong, which now encompass 
 
 thee. 
 A disembodied soul, thou hast by right 
 No converse with aught else beside thyself; 
 But, lest so stern a solitude should load 
 And break thy being, in mercy are vouch- 
 safed 14s 
 Some lower measures of perception, 
 Which seem to thee, as though through 
 
 channels brought. 
 Through ear, or nerves, or palate, which are 
 
 gone. 
 And thou art wrapped and swathed around 
 
 in dreams, 
 Dreams that are true, yet enigmatical ; 150 
 
 For the belongings of thy present state. 
 Save through such symbols, come not home 
 
 to thee. 
 And thus thou tell'st of space, and time, and 
 
 size. 
 Of fragrant, solid, bitter, musical, 
 Of fire, and of refreshment after fire; 15s 
 
 As (let me use similitude of earth. 
 
PARAGRAPH FOUR 51 
 
 To aid thee in the knowledge thou dost 
 
 ask) — 
 As ice which blisters may be said to burn. 
 Nor hast thou now extension, with its parts 
 Correlative, — long habit cozens thee, — i6o 
 Nor power to move thyself, nor limbs to 
 
 move. 
 Hast thou not heard of those, who after loss 
 Of hand or foot, still cried that they had 
 
 pains 
 In hand or foot, as though they had it still ? 
 So is it now with thee, who hast not lost 165 
 Thy hand or foot, but all which made up 
 
 man. 
 So will it be, until the joyous day 
 Of resurrection, when thou wilt regain 
 All thou hast lost, new-made and glorified. 
 How, even now, the consummated Saints 170 
 See God in heaven, I may not explicate. 
 Meanwhile, let it suffice thee to possess 
 Such means of converse as are granted thee, 
 Though, till that Beatific Vision, thou art 
 
 blind ; 
 For e'en thy purgatory, which comes like fire, 175 
 Is fire without its light. 
 
52 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Soul 
 
 His will be done ! 
 I am not worthy e'er to see again 
 The face of day; far less His countenance 
 Who is the very sun. Nathless, in life, 
 When I looked forward to my purgatory, iSo 
 It ever was my solace to believe 
 That, ere I plunged amid th' avenging flame, 
 I had one sight of Him to strengthen me. 
 
 Angel 
 
 Nor rash nor vain is that presentiment; 
 Yes, — for one moment thou shalt see thy 
 
 Lord. i8s 
 
 Thus will it be : what time thou art arraigned 
 Before the dread tribunal, and thy lot 
 Is cast forever, should it be to sit 
 On His right hand among His pure elect. 
 Then sight, or that which to the soul is sight, 190 
 As by a lightning-flash, will come to thee. 
 And thou shalt see, amid the dark profound. 
 Whom thy soul loveth, and would fain ap- 
 proach, — 
 One moment; but thou knowest not, my 
 child, 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 53 
 
 What thou dost ask : that sight of the Most 
 
 Fair 19s 
 
 Will gladden thee, but it will pierce thee too. 
 
 Soul 
 
 Thou speakest darkly, Angel ! and an awe 
 Falls on me, and a fear lest I be rash. 
 
 Angel 
 
 There was a mortal, who is now above 
 In the mid glory: he, when near to die, 200 
 Was given communion with the Crucified, — 
 Such, that the Master's very wounds were 
 
 stamped 
 Upon his flesh ; and, from the agony 
 Which thrilled through body and soul in that 
 
 embrace, 
 Learn that the flame of the Everlasting Love 205 
 Doth burn ere it transform. . . . 
 
 § 5 
 
 . . . Hark to those sounds ! 
 They come of tender beings angelical. 
 Least and most childlike of the sons of God. 
 
54 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 First Choir of Angelic als 
 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height, 
 
 And in the depth be praise: s 
 
 In all His words most wonderful; 
 Most sure in all His ways ! 
 
 To us His elder race He gave 
 
 To battle and to win, 
 Without the chastisement of pain, ^^ 
 
 Without the soil of sin. 
 
 The younger son He willed to be 
 
 A marvel in his birth: 
 Spirit and flesh his parents were ; 
 
 His home was heaven and earth. is 
 
 The Eternal blessed His child, and armed. 
 
 And sent him hence afar, 
 To serve as champion in the field 
 
 Of elemental war. 
 
 To be His Viceroy in the world 20 
 
 Of matter, and of sense; 
 Upon the frontier, towards the foe, 
 
 A resolute defence. 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 55 
 
 Angel 
 We now have passed the gate, and are within 
 The House of Judgment; and whereas on 
 
 earth ^s 
 
 Temples and palaces are formed of parts 
 Costly and rare, but all material, 
 So in the world of spirits nought is found, 
 To mould withal and form into a whole, 
 But what is immaterial ; and thus 3© 
 
 The smallest portions of this edifice. 
 Cornice, or frieze, or balustrade, or stair, 
 The very pavement is made up of life — 
 Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings, 
 Who hymn their Maker's praise continually. 35 
 
 Second Choir of Angelicals 
 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height, 
 
 And in the depth be praise : 
 In all His words most wonderful; 
 
 Most sure in all His ways ! 
 
 Woe to thee, man ! for he was found 40 
 
 A recreant in the fight; 
 And lost his heritage of heaven, 
 
 And fellowship with light. 
 
56 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Above him now the angry sky, 
 
 Around, the tempest's din; 45 
 
 Who once had Angels for his friends, 
 
 Had but the brutes for kin. 
 
 O man ! a savage kindred they ; 
 
 To flee that monster brood 
 He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb so 
 
 The giants of the w^ood. 
 
 With now a fear, and now a hope. 
 With aids which chance supplied. 
 
 From youth to eld, from sire to son, 
 
 He lived, and toiled, and died. 55 
 
 He dreed his penance age by age ; 
 
 And step by step began 
 Slowly to doff his savage garb 
 
 And be again a man. 
 
 And quickened by the Almighty's breath, 6o 
 
 And chastened by His rod. 
 And taught by Angel-visitings, 
 
 At length he sought his God; 
 
 And learned to call upon His name, 
 
 And in His faith create 6s 
 
 A household and a fatherland, 
 A city and a state. 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 57 
 
 Glory to Him who from the mire, 
 
 In patient length of days, 
 Elaborated into life 7° 
 
 A people to His praise ! 
 
 Soul 
 The sound is like the rushing of the wind — 
 The summer wind among the lofty pines; 
 Swelling and dying, echoing round about, 
 Now here, now distant, wild and beautiful ;7S 
 While, scattered from the branches it has 
 
 stirred. 
 Descend ecstatic odors. 
 
 Third Choir of Angelic als 
 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height. 
 
 And in the depth be praise : 
 In all His words most wonderful; 80 
 
 Most sure in all His ways ! 
 
 The Angels, as beseemingly 
 
 To spirit-kind was given, 
 At once were tried and perfected, 
 
 And took their seats in heaven. 85 
 
 For them no twilight or eclipse ; 
 No growth and no decay : 
 
58 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night, 
 Or beatific day. 
 
 But to the younger race there rose 9° 
 
 A hope upon its fall ; 
 And slowly, surely, gracefully, 
 
 The morning dawned on all. 
 
 And ages, opening out, divide 
 
 The precious and the base, 95 
 
 And from the hard and sullen mass 
 
 Mature the heirs of grace. 
 
 O man ! albeit the quickening ray. 
 
 Lit from his second birth. 
 Makes him at length what once he was, loo 
 
 And heaven grows out of earth ; 
 
 Yet still between that earth and heaven — 
 
 His journey and his goal — 
 A double agony awaits 
 
 His body and his soul. ^°s 
 
 A double debt he has to pay — 
 
 The forfeit of his sins : 
 The chill of death is past, and now 
 
 The penance-fire begins. 
 
 Glory to Him, who evermore "o 
 
 By truth and justice reigns ; 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 59 
 
 Who tears the soul from out its case, 
 And burns away its stains! 
 
 Angel 
 They sing of thy approaching agony, 
 Which thou so eagerly didst question of : us 
 It is the face of the Incarnate God 
 Shall smite thee with that keen and subtle 
 
 pain; 
 And yet the memory which it leaves will be 
 A sovereign febrifuge to heal the wound ; 
 And yet withal it will the wound provoke, 120 
 And aggravate and widen it the more. 
 
 Soul 
 Thou speakest mysteries; still methinks I 
 
 know 
 To disengage the tangle of thy words : 
 Yet rather would I hear thy angel voice, 
 Than for myself be thy interpreter. 125 
 
 Angel 
 When then — if such thy lot — thou seest 
 
 thy Judge, 
 The sight of Him will kindle in thy heart 
 All tender, gracious, reverential thoughts. 
 
6o THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Thou wilt be sick with love, and yearn for 
 
 Him, 
 And feel as though thou couldst but pity 
 
 Him, 130 
 
 That one so sweet should e'er have placed 
 
 Himself 
 At disadvantage such, as to be used 
 So vilely by a being so vile as thee. 
 There is a pleading in His pensive eyes 
 Will pierce thee to the quick, and trouble 
 
 thee. us 
 
 And thou wilt hate and loathe thyself ; for, 
 
 though 
 Now sinless, thou wilt feel that thou hast 
 
 sinned. 
 As never thou didst feel ; and wilt desire 
 To slink away, and hide thee from His sight : 
 And yet wilt have a longing aye to dwell 140 
 Within the beauty of His countenance. 
 And these two pains, so counter and so 
 
 keen, — 
 The longing for Him, when thou seest Him 
 
 not; 
 The shame of self at thought of seeing 
 
 Him, — 
 Will be thy veriest, sharpest purgatory. us 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 6l 
 
 Soul 
 My soul is in my hand : I have no fear, — 
 In His dear might prepared for weal or woe. 
 But hark ! a grand mysterious harmony : 
 It floods me like the deep and solemn sound 
 Of many waters. 
 
 Angel 
 
 We have gained the stairs 150 
 Which rise towards the Presence-chamber; 
 
 there 
 A band of mighty Angels keep the way 
 On either side, and hymn the Incarnate God. 
 
 Angels of the Sacred Stair 
 
 Father, whose goodness none can know, but 
 they 
 W^ho see Thee face to face, 155 
 
 By man hath come the infinite display 
 
 Of Thy victorious grace; 
 But fallen man — the creature of a day — 
 
 Skills not that love to trace. 
 It needs, to tell the triumph Thou hast 
 
 wrought, 160 
 
 An Angel's deathless fire, an Angel's reach 
 of thought. 
 
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 It needs that very Angel who with awe, 
 
 Amid the garden shade, 
 The great Creator in His sickness saw, 
 
 Soothed by a creature's aid, 165 
 
 And agonized, as victim of the Law 
 
 Which He Himself had made ; 
 For who can praise Him in His depth and 
 
 height, 
 But he who saw Him reel amid that solitary 
 fight? 
 
 Soul 
 
 Hark ! for the lintels of the presence-gate 170 
 Are vibrating and echoing back the strain. 
 
 Fourth Choir of Angelicals 
 Praise to the Holiest in the height. 
 
 And in the depth be praise : 
 In all His words most wonderful; 
 
 Most sure in all His ways ! 17s 
 
 The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord, 
 
 As if He reckoned ill, 
 In that He placed His puppet man 
 
 The frontier place to fill. 
 
 For even in his best estate, 180 
 
 With amplest gifts endued. 
 
PARAGRAPH FIVE 63 
 
 A sorry sentinel was he, 
 A being of flesh and blood. 
 
 As though a thing, who for his help 
 
 Must needs possess a wife, ^^s 
 
 Could cope with those proud rebel hosts 
 Who had angelic life. 
 
 And when, by blandishment of Eve, 
 
 That earth-born Adam fell, 
 He shrieked in triumph, and he cried, 190 
 
 "A sorry sentinel; 
 
 " The Maker by His word is bound, 
 
 Escape or cure is none ; 
 He must abandon to his doom. 
 
 And slay His darling son." 19s 
 
 Angel 
 And now^ the threshold, as we traverse it, 
 Utters aloud its glad responsive chant. 
 
 Fifth Choir of Angelicals 
 Praise to the HoHest in the height. 
 
 And in the depth be praise : 
 In all His words most wonderful; 200 
 
 Most sure in all His ways ! 
 
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 O loving wisdom of our God ! 
 
 When all was sin and shame, 
 A second Adam to the fight 
 
 And to the rescue came. 205 
 
 O wisest love ! that flesh and blood 
 
 Which did in Adam fail, 
 Should strive afresh against the foe, 
 
 Should strive and should prevail. 
 
 And that a higher gift than grace 210 
 
 Should flesh and blood refine, 
 
 God's Presence and His very Self, 
 And Essence all divine. 
 
 O generous love ! that He who smote 
 In man for man the foe, 215 
 
 The double agony in man 
 For man should undergo ; 
 
 And in the garden secretly. 
 
 And on the cross on high. 
 Should teach His brethren and inspire 220 
 
 To suffer and to die. 
 
 § 6 
 Angel 
 Thy judgment now is near, for we are come 
 Into the veiled presence of our God. 
 
PARAGRAPH SIX 65 
 
 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. s 
 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 the garden shade, bedewed with 
 
 blood. 
 That Angel best can plead with Him for all lo 
 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 sickened 
 
 Thee; 
 Jesu ! by that pang of heart which thrilled in 
 
 Thee; 
 Jesu! by that mount of sins which crippled 
 
 Thee; 15 
 
 Jesu! by that sense of guilt which stifled 
 
 Thee; 
 
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 Jesu ! by that innocence which girdled Thee ; 
 Jesu ! by that sanctity which reigned in Thee ; 
 Jesu! by that Godhead which was one with 
 
 Thee; 
 Jesu! spare these souls which are so dear to 
 
 Thee ; 20 
 
 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 ! 25 
 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 sanctity. 
 Which with its effluence, like a glory, clothes 30 
 And circles round the Crucified, has seized. 
 And scorched, and shrivelled it; and now it 
 lies 
 
PARAGRAPH SIX 67 
 
 Passive and still before the awful Throne. 
 O happy, suffering soul ! for it is safe, 
 Consumed, yet quickened, by the glance of 
 
 God. 35 
 
 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, 40 
 
 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 4S 
 
 To throb, and pine, and languish, till possest 
 
 Of its Sole Peace. 
 There will I sing my absent Lord and 
 Love : — 
 
 Take me away, 
 That sooner I may rise, and go above, 50 
 
 And see Him in the truth of everlasting day. 
 
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 §7 
 
 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 
 God. 
 
 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 grass springs up in the morning: 
 
 at evening-tide it shrivels up and 
 dies. 
 
PARAGRAPH SEVEN 69 
 
 6. So we fail in Thine anger : and in Thy 
 
 wrath we are troubled. 
 
 7. Thou hast set our sins in Thy sight: 
 
 and our round of days in the light of 
 Thy countenance. 
 
 8. Come back, O Lord ! how long : and be 
 
 entreated for Thy servants. 15 
 
 9. In Thy morning we shall be filled with 
 
 Thy mercy: we shall rejoice and be 
 in pleasure all our days. 
 
 10. We shall be glad according to the days 
 
 of our humiliation: and the years in 
 which we have seen evil. 
 
 11. Look, O Lord, upon Thy servants and 
 
 on Thy work: and direct their 
 children. 
 
 12. And let the beauty of the Lord our God 
 
 be upon us; and the work of our 
 
 hands, establish Thou it. 
 Glory be to the Father, and to the Son : and 
 
 to the Holy Ghost. ^o 
 
 As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever 
 
 shall be: world without end. Amen. 
 
 Angel 
 Softly and gently, dearly ransomed soul, 
 
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 In my most loving arms I now enfold 
 
 thee, 
 And, o'er the penal waters, as they roll, 
 
 I poise thee, and I lower thee, and hold 
 
 thee. 25 
 
 And carefully I dip thee in the lake, 
 
 And thou, without a sob or a resistance, 
 Dost through the flood thy rapid passage 
 take. 
 Sinking deep, deeper, into the dim 
 distance. 
 
 Angels, to whom the willing task is given, 30 
 Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as 
 thou liest; 
 And masses on the earth, and prayers in 
 heaven, 
 Shall aid thee at the Throne of the Most 
 Highest. 
 
 Farewell, but not for ever ! brother dear, 
 Be brave and patient on thy bed of 
 sorrow ; 35 
 
 Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here. 
 And I will come and wake thee on the 
 morrow. 
 
APPRECIATIONS 
 
 The Dream is a rare rendering into Eng- 
 lish verse of that high ritual which, from 
 the deathbed to the Mass of Supplication, en- 
 compasses the faithful soul. It pierces, in- 
 deed, beyond the veil, but in strict accordance 
 or analogy with what every Catholic holds 
 to be there. Hence we shall interpret its 
 meaning if we liken it, not to Milton, whose 
 supernatural worlds are his peculiar device, 
 founded upon heathen rather than Chris- 
 tian tradition; nor to Dante, who mingles 
 history and landscape from his time and 
 travels in the solemn sweet Piirgatorio which 
 remains his masterpiece, but to Calderon's 
 Autos Sacramentales, at once an allegory 
 and an act of faith. . . . The Dream is 
 the answer given at length to Lead, kindly 
 Light — a revelation of the Unseen, severe 
 yet tender, demanding an heroic service, but 
 to One who was entirely human; the simple 
 
72 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Christian truth, set in a mystery almost 
 scenic, that it might be the more taking. 
 
 William Barry. 
 
 The Dream of Gerontius was the true 
 copestone for Newman to cut and lay on the 
 literary and religious work of his whole life. 
 Had Dante himself composed The Dream 
 as his elegy on the death of some beloved 
 friend, it would have been universally re- 
 ceived as altogether worthy of his superb 
 genius, and it would have been a jewel al- 
 together worthy of his peerless crown. 
 There is nothing of its kind, outside of the 
 Purgatorio and the Paradiso, at all equal to 
 The Dream for solemnizing, ennobling, 
 and sanctifying power. It is a poem that 
 every man should have by heart who has it 
 before him to die. 
 
 Alexander Whyte. 
 
 The Dream of Gerontius resembles Dante 
 more than any other poetry written since 
 the great Tuscan's time. 
 
 Sir Henry Taylor. 
 
APPRECIATIONS 73 
 
 To my mind The Dream of Gerontius is 
 the poem of a man to whom the vision of 
 the Christian revelation has at all times been 
 more real, more potent to influence action, 
 and more powerful to preoccupy the imagi- 
 nation than all worldly interests put together. 
 Richard H. Hutton. 
 
 Newman's poems are not so well known 
 as his prose, but the reader w^ho examines 
 the Lyra Apostolica and Verses on Various 
 Occasions will find many short poems that 
 stir a religious nature profoundly by their 
 pure and lofty imagination; and future 
 generations may pronounce one of these 
 poems — The Dream of Gerontius — to be 
 Newman's most enduring work. . . . Both 
 in style and in thought The Dream is a 
 powerful and original poem, and is worthy 
 of attention not only for itself, but, as a 
 modern critic suggests, " as a revelation of 
 that high spiritual purpose which animated 
 Newman's life from beginning to end." 
 
 W. J. Long. 
 
NOTES ON THE DREAM 
 
 PARAGRAPH I. 
 
 Gerontius. From the Greek yepc^v, an old man. 
 
 Line i. Jesu, Maria. The Latin forms for the 
 two sacred names which a Christian invokes most 
 frequently in life, and which now in his last ex- 
 tremity Gerontius instinctively calls upon. 
 
 10. Lover of souls! . . . Note the firmness of 
 the ejaculatory prayers interspersed in the dread 
 account of his agony. 
 
 11. This emptying out . . . The soul of Geron- 
 tius is gradually disengaging itself and receding 
 from the outer senses of the body. 
 
 17. your prayers! ... As one sense after an- 
 other grows weaker, he begins to feel his loneliness, 
 and asks the prayers of the bystanders. 
 
 28. who have not strength to pray ... In 
 his growing dread of falling out into the great 
 deep, he again begs the prayers of his friends. 
 The urgency of the appeal is emphasized by the 
 addition in the metre of an extra foot. 
 
 29. Kyrie Eleison . . . Kupte eKe-qaov, the Greek 
 for Lord have mercy. 
 
 42. Rouse thee . . . Having recovered from 
 
76 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 the first storm of bewilderment, thanks to the 
 prayers of the bystanders, Gerontius, summoning 
 all his strength, speaks courage to his soul, to 
 prepare to meet his God. 
 
 52-63. Interchange and blending of measures. 
 See Introd. p. 12. 
 
 72. Sanctus fortis . . . Holy Strong One, Holy 
 God — From the depths I pray to Thee — Be Thou 
 merciful, my Judge — Spare Thou me, O Lord. 
 
 77. God is Three and God is One. . . . The 
 mystery of the Blessed Trinity : God is Three in 
 Person, but One in Substance. 
 
 94. Holy Church . . . The teaching body es- 
 tablished by Christ to be for all times and for all 
 men the oracle of God. 
 
 107. Mortis in discrimine ... In death's criti- 
 cal moment. 
 
 108-125. Pliancy of measure illustrated. See 
 Introd. p. 7. 
 
 119. Note the significant alliteration in this line. 
 
 122. Note the onomatopoetic effect of the hiss- 
 ing words echoing the demons' offensive shrieks. 
 
 126. O Jesu, help! . . . Under fire of tempta- 
 tion from the devil, Gerontius, now brought to the 
 last extremity, takes recourse to Jesus, Mary, and 
 Joseph. His weakness is aptly indicated by the 
 stopping short of this line and the irregular flow of 
 the metre in the next. 
 
 131. Rescue him, O Lord. . . . Seeing Geron- 
 
NOTES 77 
 
 tins in the throes of his last agony, the bystanders, 
 still following the Church's ritual, confidently ask 
 of God to rescue the dying man, as He had rescued 
 so many of His servants of old. 
 
 144. the two Apostles ... St. Peter and 
 St. Paul. 
 
 147. Novissima hora est . . . The last moment 
 is come. 
 
 149. into Thy hands . . . The last words of 
 the dying Saviour. 
 
 150. Proficiscere, anima Christiana . . . The 
 opening line of the Church's prayer at the mo- 
 ment of the soul's departure. The next line and 
 a half is a translation of it ; the solemn prayer then 
 goes on to the end in a beautifully rendered 
 English version. 
 
 PARAGRAPH 11. 
 
 Line i. I v^ent to sleep . . . The sleep of 
 death. 
 
 1-8. How light and buoyant the movement of 
 these lines, the sound answering to the sense ! 
 
 9. I had a dream . . . The key-note to the 
 poem. 
 
 12. Subvenite . . . The opening word of the 
 prayer recited by the priest immediately after the 
 death of Gerontius : Subvenite, Sancti Dei ; oc- 
 currite, Angeli Domini, Suscipientes animam ejus; 
 
78 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 Offerentes earn in conspectu Altissimi : Come to 
 'his assistance, ye Saints of God ; come forth to 
 meet him, ye Angels of the Lord ; Receiving his 
 soul ; Offering it in the sight of the Most High. 
 
 22. By a strange introversion . . . Here on 
 earth the Soul's thoughts were occupied for the 
 most part with things external to itself, and always 
 conditioned by the operations of the various senses ; 
 but now, in its state of severance from the senses, 
 living " out of the expansed world," the Soul has 
 " nought to feed upon " but itself, and hence its 
 thoughts are naturally driven back " upon their 
 spring by a strange introversion." 
 
 45-46. Or I or it is rushing . . . Note the 
 rapid movement of these lines, indicating the swift- 
 ness of the Soul's flight. 
 
 45-54. An illustration of Newman's perfect mas- 
 tery over form, which he knows how to bend and 
 shape at will to suit the requirements of the under- 
 lying and determining thought. Observe the two 
 sublimities of space, boundless in extent, and end- 
 less in divisibility ; both majestic in their expression, 
 yet contrasted in their movements : the one grave 
 and measured, 
 
 Wrought out in lengthening measure- 
 ments of space, 
 the other light and tripping. 
 
 By endless subdivision hurrying back. 
 
NOTES 79 
 
 55. some one . . . Gerontius' Angel Guardian. 
 It is Catholic teaching that every man is given at 
 his birth a ministering angel whose office it is to 
 guide and protect his client through life. 
 
 66. Oh what a heart-subduing melody! . . . 
 The Angel overjoyed at his client's final victory 
 and his own task successfully performed, breaks 
 out into a jubilant song of triumph. 
 
 72. Alleluia ... A Hebrew compound word 
 meaning Praise ye the Lord. 
 
 89. Of wondrous beings . . . The nine choirs 
 of Angels. 
 
 90. Millions of ages back . . . Before the 
 creation of the visible world. 
 
 98. O Lord, how wonderful . . . The Angel 
 looks serenely back upon the long and arduous 
 struggle of his client, recounts his varied history, 
 of which, having been his constant, lifelong com- 
 panion, he knows every particular, and gives glory^ 
 and praise to God, " at whose sublime decree the 
 last are first, the first become the last." 
 
 105. in the blood of his first sire ... By the 
 sin of Adam. 
 
 107. a demon dire . . . Man's proneness to 
 evil resulting from original sin. 
 
 115. at so dread a cost . . . The life-blood ^ 
 of the Saviour. 
 
 122. O man, strange composite . . . The great- 
 ness and littleness of man are here expressed with 
 
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 a precision and a boldness of contrast that rival 
 the excellence, if not the celebrity of Shakespeare's 
 and Young's parallel passages : — 
 
 What a piece of work is man ! How noble in 
 reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form, and 
 moving, how express and admirable ! in action, how 
 like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god ! 
 the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! 
 And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust ? 
 
 Hamlet, Act H. Sc. 2. 
 
 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, 
 How complicate, how wonderful is man! 
 Distinguished link in being's endless chain; 
 INIidway from nothing to the Deity! 
 A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt ; 
 Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! 
 Dim miniature of greatness absolute; 
 An heir of glory ; a frail child of dust : 
 Helpless immortal! insect infinite! 
 A worm! A god! 
 
 Night Thoughts. Man. 
 
 132. More than the Seraph . . . How beauti- 
 ful and touching the sympathy of the Angel with 
 man, his younger brother. 
 
 137. as a god . . . The Soul calls the Angel 
 a god in the unusual sense in which it is sometimes 
 found in Scripture ; e. g. Ps. 81 : 6, John 10: 34. 
 
 142. As no temptation can intoxicate . . . 
 
NOTES 8 I 
 
 The Soul can no longer be deceived by sinful 
 allurements. 
 
 144. such a saintliness . . . On earth saintli- 
 ness is sometimes stern and forbidding, and more 
 often inspires awe than confidence. 
 
 PARAGRAPH III. 
 
 Line 16. What lets me ... To let is to 
 prevent. 
 
 24. Subvenite . . . See note on line 12 of para- 
 graph 11. 
 
 29. rise and set harmoniously . , . That is 
 with perfect regularity. 
 
 31. the suspended rod . . . The pendulum. 
 
 42. standard of his own chronology . . . 
 Length, swiftness, nearness, and their oppositcs 
 are all relative ideas, which vary according to the 
 mind's intensity and energy of thought. The mind 
 needs in its judgments no longer to conform it- 
 self to external things, but they to the mind. A 
 passage in Dante's Pur gator io expresses the same 
 thought : — 
 
 So here the ambient air 
 
 Weareth that form, which influence of the soul 
 
 Imprints on it. 
 
 Canto XXV. 
 
 53. balance of my destiny . . . Whether saved 
 or lost for all eternity. 
 
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 63. anticipate . . . An old preterite form for 
 anticipated. 
 
 70. first fruit ... of thy recompense . . . 
 
 Possibly the reward for his good deeds as done in 
 obedience to the dictate of reason. 
 
 PARAGRAPH IV. 
 
 Line 12. Hist to their cry ... As soon as 
 the demons, prowling about the judgment seat, 
 catch sight of the Soul borne hitherward by the 
 Angel, and from its fearless and tranquil manner 
 conclude that it is likely to get from the Judge 
 a favorable sentence, they are suddenly seized anew 
 by envious liate, and break out into a ranting 
 tirade, in which they heap all manner of evil 
 names upon God and man : God they call a despot 
 and a tyrant ; man, a low-born clod ; the con- 
 templative, a psalm-droner ; the preacher, a canting 
 groaner; the doer of the law, a slave; the devout 
 person, a pious cheat ; the humble man, a crawling 
 knave. 
 
 18. By a nev7 birth . . . That is, by Baptism. 
 
 19. an extra grace . . . The grace of Redemp- 
 tion through the Saviour. 
 
 23-29. Of the high thought . . . The demons 
 here unwittingly describe the state of the faithful 
 Angels, — the high eminence, from which as rebels 
 they had justly been hurled; but in their vault- 
 ing pride, they stubbornly refuse to acknowledge 
 
NOTES 83 
 
 the justice of their punishment, and would fain 
 still be great spirits, powers blest, lords, primal 
 owners of the realm of light. 
 
 56. So we are told . . . The demons are con- 
 strained to admit their hopeless state of bondage; 
 and, as if to compensate themselves for the forced 
 admission, fly into a contemptuous rage, casting 
 their venom of abuse upon the Saint who by his 
 loyalty wins the prize which they have lost. 
 
 59. What's a Saint? . . . Contrast the pic-^ 
 ture here given by the demons of man and his 
 varied history, with the picture drawn by the 
 Angel in his song of victory, as remarked upon 
 in note on line 66 of paragraph II. The demons' 
 vision is distorted, and the picture they draw reflects 
 but the black and murky colors of their own utter 
 baseness, and their torn recital of man's laborious 
 upward striving strikes but the notes of sardonic 
 scorn, Satanic hate, and wild ghoulish jealousy. 
 
 94. Thou hadst a traitor . . . The disordered 
 tendency, called concupiscence, through which man's 
 heart is from his youth up inclined to sin and 
 rebellion. 
 
 125. And not from love . . . The demons, 
 unable to deny that the Saint has reached his 
 last end and highest good, mockingly insinuate 
 that after all it was only sordid selfishness that 
 moved him to love and to serve his God. 
 
 149. And thou art v^rapped and swathed 
 
84 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 around in dreams . . . This line gives the clue to 
 the title " Dream." The soul, having passed the 
 threshold of this mortal life, finds that, with the 
 loss of its outer senses, it has lost too its connatural 
 means of converse with the external world. But just 
 as in a dream the mind ranges amid the images of 
 the various impressions received in the waking state, 
 so, in like manner, does the disembodied spirit live, 
 as it were, among its own reminiscences, and more 
 especially among the truths of faith which on earth, 
 albeit they were seen but through a glass darkly, 
 were yet its truest and highest possession : — it is 
 said, now that it has wholly transcended the ex- 
 periences of sense, in a manner to dream 
 
 As ice which blisters may be said to burn. 
 
 It is this novel and mysterious mode of perceiving 
 things spiritual that gives significance to the title 
 of the poem. It is not simply Newman's habitual 
 caution in dealing with subjects of importance — as 
 ]\Iaurice Francis Egan suggests, — that has led him 
 to call the poem a " Dream," as if the author had 
 been unwilling to set forth his thoughts and poetical 
 musings on that solemn moment of death as rep- 
 resenting actual facts; nor yet, — as Alexander 
 Whyte seems to hold — the false notion that the 
 Soul on its first entrance into the realm of light 
 should possess a lesser degree of self-consciousness 
 than it had the moment before ; but it is rather, as 
 
NOTES 85 
 
 I venture to think, the fact that Gerontius' Soul, 
 now free and unencumbered, has at last gone out 
 among the immensities, if not straightway to see 
 face to face, at least by a lower measure of per- 
 ception to DREAM, the realities of that higher world 
 which it has entered. 
 
 159. Nor hast thou now extension . . . Ex- 
 tension, being a property of matter in virtue of 
 which the different portions of a material body 
 correspond to the different portions of space, can- 
 not be a property of the soul, which is in its nature 
 a spiritual and an uncompounded being. 
 
 167. day ,of resurrection . . . The day of 
 the Last Judgment, when all men will rise from 
 the dead, the good unto glory, the wicked unto 
 damnation. 
 
 174. Beatific Vision . . . The happiness which 
 the Blessed in heaven enjoy by seeing God face 
 to face, and participating in the Divine Nature and 
 in God's own happiness. 
 
 179. Nathless ... A contracted form of never- 
 theless. 
 
 199. There was a mortal . . . The reference 
 is to St. Francis of Assisi, who, two years be- 
 fore his death, while contemplating in prayer on 
 Mt. Alvernia the passion of Christ, was miracu- 
 lously transformed into an image of Christ Cruci- 
 fied, inasmuch as the Five Wounds of the Passion 
 were visibly imprinted on his hands, feet, and 
 
86 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 side by Our Lord Himself, appearing as a 
 Seraph with six winces resplendent and aflame, 
 bearing the image of the Crucified. This stigma- 
 tization, as it is called, produced in St. Francis at 
 once exceeding joy and piercing pain. 
 
 PARAGRAPH V. 
 
 Line i. Hark to those sounds . . . The Choirs 
 of Angelicals, one after another, sing the praises 
 of God, harmoniously rehearsing the whole history 
 of man. 
 
 6. In all His words . . . Not merely spoken 
 utterances, but also deeds executed; as in Scrip- 
 ture language the Hebrew Dabar and the Latin 
 Verhiim mean both word and deed. 
 
 8. His elder race . . . The whole hierarchy of 
 Angels. 
 
 12. The younger son . . . Man, who unites in 
 his nature all things outside of God, both spi'itual 
 and material. 
 
 1 8. To serve as champion . . . Man is the 
 crown of the visible creation destined by God to 
 rule the whole visible world in Jiis stead, and to 
 turn it to his own service. 
 
 19. elemental war . . . War of the elements 
 that constitute the material universe. 
 
 22. towards the foe . . . Satan and his hosts, 
 who, after their ejection from heaven, were al- 
 lowed to carry on a war of hatred against God 
 
NOTES 87 
 
 and His Elect. In this war man was to prove his 
 fidelity to his Maker. 
 
 33. made up of life . . . The Roman Breviary 
 has a hymn in the Office for the Dedication of a 
 Church, in which the heavenly Jerusalem is de- 
 scribed as made up of living stones : — 
 
 Coelestis urbs Jerusalem, 
 Beata pacis visio, 
 Quae celsa de viventibus 
 Saxis ad astra tolleris, 
 Sponsaeque ritu cingeris 
 Mille Angelorum millibus. 
 
 Blessed city, heavenly Salem, 
 
 Vision dear of peace and love 
 
 Who, of living stones upbuilded, 
 
 Art the joy of heaven above. 
 
 And with angel cohorts circled 
 
 As a bride to earth dost move. 
 
 / 
 
 41. A recreant in the fight ... By his dis- 
 obedience to God. 
 
 44. the angry sky . . . The anger and indig- 
 nation of an offended God. 
 
 45. the tempest's din . . . The revolt of ex- 
 ternal nature, especially animals and hurtful natu- 
 ral influences. 
 
 56. dreed . . . Suffered. 
 
 56. age by age . . . The 4,000 years that pre- 
 
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 ceded the cominor of the Redeemer, in the course 
 of which man's helplessness and entire dependence 
 on God were forcibly brought home to him. 
 
 60. And quickened by the Almighty's breath 
 . . . During the long interval between the promise 
 of the Redeemer and His actual coming, God did 
 not altogether abandon man, His disobedient son, 
 but gave the grace of Redemption by anticipation 
 to all who deserved it. 
 
 66-67. A household . . . and a state . . . 
 The founding of the Jewish nation, which God 
 selected as the living preparation for the advent of 
 the Saviour. 
 
 72. like the rushing of the wind . . . How 
 admirably the sound of the words corresponds to 
 their meaning:! 
 
 77. Descend ecstatic odors . . . The figure 
 called Prolepsis : the epithet ecstatic is introduced 
 in advance of the odors, which are the cause of 
 the ecstasy. 
 
 86. For them no twilight or eclipse . . . The 
 trial of the Angels, as described in this stanza, 
 forms a beautiful contrast to the description in the 
 next few stanzas of man's trial. 
 
 93. The morning dawned on all . . . The 
 coming of the Saviour, with His light and warmth- 
 giving grace, is aptly likened to the rising sun. 
 
 95. divide the precious and the base . . . 
 The Elect — those who avail themselves of the 
 
NOTES 89 
 
 merits of Christ — are even now being gradually 
 separated from the wicked. 
 
 99. his second birth . , . Baptism, through 
 which man is restored to the supernatural life and 
 to the inheritance of the sons of God. 
 
 107. The forfeit of his sins ... By sin man 
 had lost not only the supernatural Hfe of the soul, 
 which made him a perfect image and likeness of 
 God, but had lost as well all the preternatural 
 gifts, that is, privileges bestowed on man, which 
 elevated him above his own nature to a state similar 
 to that of the Angels. These privileges, chief 
 among them immortality of the body, were for- 
 feited by sin, and not restored by Redemption. 
 
 109. The penance-fire . . . Purgatory, a middle 
 state between Heaven and Hell, where departed 
 souls are detained because of their being still bur- 
 dened either with unforgiven venial sins, or with 
 an uncancelled debt of temporal punishment for 
 their forgiven sins. 
 
 119. A sovereign febrifuge ... A medicine to 
 cure fever. 
 
 120. And yet withal . . . How paradoxical, 
 yet how convincing! 
 
 133. as to be used so vilely . . . The mys- 
 tery of the permission of evil : that God should 
 have allowed Himself to be injured or damaged in 
 His external glory by His creature's offense. 
 
 143-144. The longing for Him , . . A superb 
 
90 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS 
 
 description of the paradoxical nature of the pun- 
 ishment of Purgatory : the tenderest love joined 
 to the most bitter contrition and sorrow. 
 
 154-169. Observe the greater sweep and roll in 
 the verse as the fervidness of the sentiment grows. 
 
 156. By man hath come the infinite display 
 . . . The goodness and mercy of God, and the 
 greatness and superabundance of Christ's saving 
 grace through the Incarnation, shine forth most 
 brilliantly in the varied history of man. 
 
 163. Amid the garden shade . . . The garden 
 of Gethsemane. 
 
 166. the Law which He Himself had made 
 . . . *' In what day soever thou shalt eat of it 
 (the tree of knowledge of good and evil) thou 
 shalt die the death." Gen. II. 17. 
 
 176-195. The foe blasphemed ... A strong 
 presentation of Satan's contempt for God's recreant 
 son, rebellious man. 
 
 179. The frontier place . . . Where man was 
 to have proved his fidelity to his Maker, and to 
 have covered the devil with greater shame, in that 
 the enemy should have been overcome by the 
 weaker creature, *' a being of flesh and blood." 
 
 202-221. O loving wisdom of Our God: . . . 
 The unwarranted boast which the foe had made, 
 as if God had reckoned ill, receives a fit reply in 
 the song of the Fifth Choir of Angelicals. They 
 tell in glowing words of God's infinite mercy, 
 
NOTES 91 
 
 wisdom and goodness, which found in the In- 
 carnation a means not only of wresting fallen man 
 from the grasp of the sneering tyrant, but also of 
 elevating him to a state of perfection higher than 
 that from which he fell. Human nature had en- 
 grafted upon it the Author of grace, so that now 
 it lay in the power of every child of Adam to be- 
 come himself a god, another Christ. 
 
 212. God's presence . . . Through the Incar- 
 nation and the Holy Eucharist. 
 
 214-217. that He who smote ... A succinct 
 expression of Christ's vicarious satisfaction : Christ 
 in His human nature suffers death to repurchase 
 for man the liberty of the sons of God. 
 
 PARAGRAPH VI. 
 
 Line 5. Subvenite . . . See note on line 12 of 
 paragraph II. 
 
 12. Jesu, by that shuddering dread which fell 
 on Thee! Observe again, how fittingly the metre 
 is changed to suit the underlying sentiment. 
 
 23. To that glorious Home . . . This last line 
 of the Angel's prayer literally overflows, as in in- 
 tensity of appeal, so in the number of feet, with 
 mention of the sight of the Most Fair. 
 
 24. Ah! . . . The bare exclamation after w^hat 
 has gone before is more piercingly eloquent than 
 any words, however burning, could have been. 
 
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 29. But, ere it reach them . . . How vividly 
 the Angel portrays the act of judgment! The 
 very words seethe and crackle as he tells how 
 the happy suffering soul is smitten by the keen 
 sanctity of the Crucified. 
 
 36. Take me away . . . The Soul now feels 
 what the Angel meant when he spoke of his ap- 
 proaching agony : — 
 
 the sight of the Most Fair 
 Will gladden thee, but it will pierce thee too. 
 And again : — 
 
 thou wilt desire 
 To slink away, and hide thee from His sight, 
 And yet wilt have a longing aye to dwell 
 Within the beauty of His countenance. 
 
 PARAGRAPH VH. 
 
 Line i. Now let the golden prison ope its 
 gates . . . Purgatory is here called a golden prison, 
 a name which fitly designates the paradoxical state 
 in which the Soul is now placed. 
 
 8-19. Lord, Thou hast been our refuge . . . 
 A paraphrase of Psalm 89, which is a prayer for 
 the mercy of God, recounting the shortness and 
 miseries of the days of man. 
 
 22-37. Farewell . . . How subduingly tender 
 and affectionate the words of parting! For the 
 verse, see Introduction. 
 
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