It is You, my Lord, who are merciful,
when I feel Your promise is real, when faith
is stronger, in my times of deepest grief,
you fill me with the strongest assurance,
and if, for a brief hour I lie there
unable to cope, afflicted, sick in
body and soul, that soul, my master, Your
presence in me foretells to me the peace
my heart craves and will someday always know.
Those whom black tempests erupt in, who sense
too the lurking threat of these from without,
You give courage, lest they be overwhelmed.
And when I drew near the abyss, you sent
me a messenger who in life engraved
deep truths on my soul,
who drove away the clouds, who pitied me,
and gave my heart and eyes serenity.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXXXIII:343. See also B S2:37:199; no MSs; 1548 Valgrisi & 1760 Rota. This poem links to "Poi che 'l mio sol, d'eterni raggi cinto"; it is not a sonnet, but has a tail of 3 extra lines, a "code." Key