Armed only with real love and a will to
obey nobly, Heaven's King who cannot
be defeated, caught up among brutal
cruel people in an insensible proud
world, wiped away the endless grief the first
proud man had led us into, the past harsh
rule, the bitter order which caged, enslaved,
made us wretched, hopeless, bound forever.
He dispossessed this immense tyranny
on a hill in an open field he leapt
on the cross, there he fixed, condemned to bleed.
And then burdened by a body he climbed
that steep hard journey up to God, the one
luminous triumph time can never fade.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXVI:236. See also B S1:40:105; no MSs; Valgrisi 40. A thirteenth in a series meditating Christ. Key