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From Christ emanates light invisible, through faith bright, continuous, comforting, a limitless inheritance: a beam, unstill brightness among his bleeding wounds. What vain delusion, what betrayal leads the soul to place her faith in what we see, to find a home in this world's dark shadows, abandoning God's light to Paradise-- this light's strength, His footsteps and example today's politics, yesterday's, ancient stories call out, should compell us up that right if hard and narrow path, but a maze, oblique, vicious takes the blind into deep everywhere endless confusing valleys. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XXXVIII:198. See also B S1:61:115. Key |
