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Perhaps those cloven tongues of Flame appeared to silence thought--reason's objections--that His voice's majesty might be sensed through the living and grasped through the tenderness of a baby's spoken love. So it was faith not knowledge made hearts bold, transformed His servants to speak to the eternal God in words of unquestionable wonder. And so I long for these wretched passions, this weakness, those sick words to fall silent; let us not scatter seed which bears such black bitter fruit, such wrong. Let my breath, my tears turn to happy thoughts from hope and belief, leave me be always only to speak love . |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLXXXIX:349. See also B S2:21:187. She alludes to Acts 2:1-13. Key |
