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This food is miraculous. The soul sees how everything came to be with a clear inward vision, believes in, and communes with the true God--I live for You, where You are I begun, I will end, my master, fed by Your love, humble, like a worthless child safe in a parent's house, as only I love you absolutely, Your treasure in Paradise. You've shown You can ravish Your realms with violent hands, later in our stead beautifully utterly give all. You made all that is to make us become Yours--we use all our skills and strength only to destroy one another and ourselves. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXXXII:242. See also B S1:18:94; R XXIII:444. MSs L (Tordi 46v) & V2 (Caruso f.6v). Key |
