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May the Sun I'm forever imploring pour perpetual light into my mind's recesses, not play upon its surface with quickly fading gleams, now here, now there, May I be warmed and dazzled by Jesus' fire, his life-giving heart; may these slow ever so late embers in my heart burn strongly wherever I go forever. Affliction has burnt, measured, and strengthened, yearning for God's light, has quieted me, but alas for this encounter I lack the strength. Now, dear Master, do it, bend, break, overthrow me; make me dwell in your light, be and know nothing but your serene flame. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XXII:182. See also B S1:53:111; R XI:419-20 (bad text). MSs: L & V2; Valgrisi 53. Key |
