Alma mia luce, infin ch'al Ciel tornasti

My soul's light, in death you returned to God;
here you knew bitterness when most honored,
for your most exalted exploits showed you
wanted only to be a knight "sans peur

et sans reproche." Now the lovely boy we
were to form models himself upon you:
his hands have made safe your arms and honor:
oh, look down on your Victoria's dear

brother, victorious. He never walked
in vain, taught to value strength, goodness, fame:
his light is that of your Victoria,

your victories. He has made Italy's
rivers lovely, immortal with his name,
now the Danube calls him to treasured shores.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V VIII:150 ("Unisce le lodi dello sposo a quelle del Marchese del Vasto"). See also B A2:24:67; MS L. To Alfonso d'Avalos, Marchese del Vasto; she longed for a child by Pescara; but Del Vasto's spirit unites them. Key

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