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When God is kind and we sense, from moment to moment, his gracious presence, the glad and eager heart gathers what it has felt into one concentrated point of time, and absorbed from such intense joy, a mood wholly instinct with, no, the same as, love, there is the insight that death, the world, and chance's whims beneath the moon don't matter. While the great wings beat noble thoughts above, I see the Sun shining now on the sea, now through the river, now over the hills, when God, when a man makes us consider this earth's timeless splendor, these dark shadows vanish among the truths felt in His light. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XXVIII:188. See also B S1:50. MSs V2 & L;Valgrisi 50. Key |
