Lovely virgin, so innocent, happy,
who live in the shimmering light of day
eternal--in this venal sordid place
His light shone into your eyes, contented,
abstracted them, and gave you peace. You saw
Him as man and God when the sky's great lights
sparkled over the humble inn; great souls
visited, but as hesitant servants
timid, trembling yet intent on service.
Immortal God hidden in mortal flesh,
whom you adored as Master, fed as Son,
loved as Husband, honored as a father.
Pray for me for joy to come again into
my sad life--Queen of Heaven mother me.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXXVII:247 and B S:100:135. See also R XV:426; MSs F1, L, V2, Bo M, A, CASI, Cor, PA, Pr, RA, V, V1; Valgrisi 101. Translation: Tusiani 177. A fifth to the Virgin. Key