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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 |
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Notes: From V LXXVI:236. See also B S1:40:105; no MSs; Valgrisi 40. A thirteenth in a series meditating Christ. Key |
