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Absorbed by joy, among a profusion of lovely gentle pictures, wrapped up in one especially, I'm led by God's love out of this barrren, cold, and wintry world into a morning of His warm, green spring. Now God has seen my heart yields, its beating center soft wax His eternal impress can cut into, carve deeply-rooted faith, he doesn't wish me to climb that steep path under a bitter cross, leads me tied by a sweet light chain along this less harsh way. Perhaps the wise kind Father and Master lends me a brief peace, a rest, to secure and arm me for the long war still to come. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XVII:177. See also B S1:49:109. No MSs; Valgrisi 49. Transation: Jerrold 286. Key |
