I have had a most rare vision--Love has
shown me what blessed hope is, and if it's
taken root in my wretched heart's barren
earth, neglected, badly misdirected,
I pray those souls who may not feel the wounds
ruthless fear inflicts on disbelieving
perhaps disloyal hearts, that these come to
grasp what tender affection can mean, be.
Rather than finding hope in hope itself,
these souls hoped in faith to find truth's mirror
and saw faith as the way to become God's;
their hope led them to believe in words as
visionary seeds foreseeing the cross,
but now we see the fruits of such belief.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXXXIV:344. See also B S2:27:190; no MSs; 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. I suggest this is a second sonnet on Bernardino Ochino written after his flight from Italy. Key