I believe one cannot maintain a blithe
faith in God's unwavering, enduring,
unceasing vows if fear, that confusion
clutching the heart, resists surrendering
to the wild-fire of God's noble torch;
not the faith which makes us understand, feel
joy and love, if grief, the deep shameful kind
which disturbs even the peace of tender
trusting love: human strength, desire, acts
are all but moving shadows whose causes
eddy and shift as their effects and ends.
But if the gates of Paradise open
and its bright light pours down to arm the heart
doubt, fear, and grief fade from us, swept away.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CXLV:305. See also B S1:161:165. No MSs; Valgrisi 162. Translation: Bainton 206. Key