Absorbed by joy, among a profusion
of lovely gentle pictures, wrapped up in
one especially, I'm led by God's love
out of this barrren, cold, and wintry world
into a morning of His warm, green spring.
Now God has seen my heart yields, its beating
center soft wax His eternal impress
can cut into, carve deeply-rooted faith,
he doesn't wish me to climb that steep path
under a bitter cross, leads me tied by
a sweet light chain along this less harsh way.
Perhaps the wise kind Father and Master
lends me a brief peace, a rest, to secure
and arm me for the long war still to come.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XVII:177. See also B S1:49:109. No MSs; Valgrisi 49. Transation: Jerrold 286. Key