Out of His love God weaves a tangled thread

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

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