God's eye forever seeing everything,
saw nothing on earth equal to the soul
He, through His compassion, made immortal
as it came from, was made for Paradise.
The soul is God's bride, a marriage based on
loving faith, made beautiful by tender
rich gifts and hope's swift light wings--she climbs up
that stairway to Paradise so gaily.
Then, as with allegorical figures,
contemplation illumines the gazer
who sees stretching far around her a ring
of light, caritas, gazes on beauty,
on the good, the stars, the Heavens' Maker
scorns wealth, the world, but most of all, herself.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V XIV:174. See also B S1:37:103. Key