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If only--tired as I am--I could through faith see and feel how much God loved when He created, the pain He knew when He saved us understand how such supreme kindness sows ingratitude, then resentment. And how He sustains and freely gave us this rich earth, the concern He feels for those reborn as His children, that He loves most those who deeply love and commit themselves to Him. And how in His kingdom He arms Himself with charity and is roused when He crowns a great captain. Alas, it's not in me-- I see too narrowly--but it would help at least if I could feel His forgiveness. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V XIX:179. See also B S1:15:92. Previous translation: Tusiani 176. Key |
