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Within the gentle heart one finds distilled the living waters of His hallowed spring, if this experience of tenderness seemed to the world outside something precious, a halycon sea, rainbow shell of peace and pure love, the reason I disdain wealth and the world's prizes would be clear, and why the wisest and most contented of men, drunk with gladness, climbed that steep hill bearing the cross. Not just to sense eternal life dissolving into death; but to know life just when people turn away in distaste, dreading the dark. Give way humbly, your will His, end your struggle, come away--find peace. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From Visconti XXV:185. See also B S1:62:116. MS V2. Key |
