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Self-effacement and quiet resistance, these make up the virtue dearest to God, noble humility--His words and actions unveil its hidden beauty to those who can be taught by Him. When you are gentle, it embitters your adversaries all the more (determined, as they are, to snuff out goodness wherever they find it)--it drives them wild, these experts at getting round the rarest virtue. You war for peace, they from anger; interest their path, yours whatever honors God who conceded the battlegound, its weapons long ago. Still though disarmed, and gone wrong, my heart's won, is His, and can't fail. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXVIII:278. See also B S1:134:152. MSsV2 (Ve2), L; Valgrisi 135. Note last line: "'l tuo cor la tua vittoria." Key |
