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Bright star mirrored in our sea, you who are so secure, the true sun whose flesh you made makes you beautiful--your virginity augured, gave such sweet shades, to His Light as it appeared on earth, to His innocence. Those who gaze on you, on your wonder care nothing for this venal world, feel nothing but contempt for the vain godless quarrels of old enemies; your victory arms us with goodness and strength. Here God's son at a virgin mother's breast, there together magnificently clothed in Paradise. Stirred by boundless serenity, my wish, eager need's content: I serve faithfully. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XC:250. See also B S1:101:135; MSs Ve2, L, V2. Valgrisi 102. Translation: Roscoe 327. An eighth in a series to the Virgin. Key |
