Heaven pour down Your riches upon earth
that God's grace may everywhere flower,
may human souls be happy and bring forth
the holiness of the heart's affections.
Sweet spring adorn, envelope earth with love,
let her seas flow with nectar, strew her shores
with jewels, may each pebble be a diamond,
lovely, rich, sparkling in the new-born light--
crown that perilous unique day when once
from out all eternity a childbirth
was chosen as the way to save us all.
Let all us sing how clothed in human flesh,
disguised, God's son came down to us, He who
was among the angels the most perfect.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LVIII:218 and B S1:23:96. In MS V2, Caruso f.16; Valgrisi 23. The first in a series meditating Christ; another nativity sonnet, probably written during a Christmas season. I allude to Keats in the fourth line. Key