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When you saw the unearthly radiance gradually fade from His eyes, its place taken by a child's sparkling eager love and joy when surrounded by ardent affection, I believe your soul journeyed to His home so as to make in your heart a home from paradise for Him, alas, you had but a brief time for your melancholy play, for death closed Him off from you. Well. Gates locked for millenia from an old error swung open, and there it was, the road to peace. In you faith endured that final blow, and now all noble souls shelter a hope from your shielding them, your gift of His life. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XCIII:253. See also B S1:107:138; MSs Ve2, L, V2; Valgrisi 108. A ninth in a series to the Virgin; VC is also talking of herself and her dream of Pescara. Key |
