Out of His love God weaves a tangled thread
round the soul, by this snare pulls her to him;
His son's dear hand tightens the knot--not just
what but how it's done answers my heart's need.
I feel a quiet delicate ardor
penetrate my whole being--I listen
keenly and hear a clear high call--somehow
bringing me back to true integrity.
Faith, charity, hope, and humility
make the steps of a stairwell we can climb
to paradise--these make the soul erect,
raise her to where the blest meet and hold hands,
linked from lowest to highest, gathered close,
to gaze into love's timeless reflections.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V XLIII:203. See also B S1:73:121 from Valgrisi 74. Translations: McAuliffe 114-5; Gibaldi 41. The last tercet is strongly influenced by Dante's Paradiso, XXXIII. Key