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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 |
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Notes: 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 |
