Lord, send a bright new light into my heart
now, a ray of that ardent faith which acts
from love alone, and not "to get results"
(pardon, reward), and makes the heart cherish
whatever you will. Surely we do not
drink bitterness from your sweet spring, no, we
accept and believe all we hear and see
is good, from a generous God when He's
stinted us, showed Himself anything but.
Well, if the humble maid's allowed to ask
I'd have that faith which teaches, awakens,
and feeds the soul with light partly to grasp
what the courage He first planted in us
is to turn all He gives into love's fruits.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXXIX:339. See also B S2:18:186. No MSs; not in Ruscelli; 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. Key