When God is kind and we sense, from moment
to moment, his gracious presence, the glad
and eager heart gathers what it has felt
into one concentrated point of time,
and absorbed from such intense joy, a mood
wholly instinct with, no, the same as, love,
there is the insight that death, the world, and
chance's whims beneath the moon don't matter.
While the great wings beat noble thoughts above,
I see the Sun shining now on the sea,
now through the river, now over the hills,
when God, when a man makes us consider
this earth's timeless splendor, these dark shadows
vanish among the truths felt in His light.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XXVIII:188. See also B S1:50. MSs V2 & L;Valgrisi 50. Key