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|
V XIX:179. See also B S1:15:92. Previous translation: Tusiani 176. Key