Next to me is an angelic presence
sent by God. A guide. Let me turn my mind
to Him. When my soul yields to sin, put back
the bit, comfort my worn feet on the hard
path. That from our eternal bond this light may
not die, that when my Lord comes He may find
me waiting at the door, a knowing wary
woman, with my lamp steadily burning.
I await him, tense, breathless, expectant.
I arm myself joyfully with sacred
love, absolute faith to meet this encounter,
I feel you care for me and my soul trusts to you.
So give me a sign, let dawn begin in me,
and herald the coming of my bright glad Sun.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CXVI:276. See B S1:7:88; R XXXII:461-2. Ref: Matt 25:1-13. Key