From Christ emanates light invisible,
through faith bright, continuous, comforting,
a limitless inheritance: a beam,
unstill brightness among his bleeding wounds.
What vain delusion, what betrayal leads
the soul to place her faith in what we see,
to find a home in this world's dark shadows,
abandoning God's light to Paradise--
this light's strength, His footsteps and example
today's politics, yesterday's, ancient
stories call out, should compell us up that
right if hard and narrow path, but a maze,
oblique, vicious takes the blind into deep
everywhere endless confusing valleys.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XXXVIII:198. See also B S1:61:115. Key