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Holy spirit, your presence, sweet warm breath rouses me, and the Father's gentleness become Christ--it's like a knot, communion with God, tied in those who have the gift, these harmonies, a graciousness felt, a light received in a heart overwhelmed, I praise only what You make me comprehend, joy, honor You by bearing within me this holy flame. Alone I am worthless, a shadow but for His strength, wounds, I've done nothing to deserve life; but now not on trial, freed from Adam and affliction, oh, my sweet lover, make me kneel ever lower, feel this flame ever more strongly |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLVI:316. See also B S1:157:163. No MSs; Valgrisi 158. Key |
