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When on that hill Christ turned to His Father, and begged that His mortal flesh might be spared, He felt His heart quiver, a cold shudder go through His body, and in His need turned the strained face of grief to His friends. He found them fast asleep, but found too in Heaven all saw how painful it was for Him and the good He was doing for us. Here real and active belief slept. So to waken those who don't care at all, and to calm Heaven's heartbeat, He took up the burden: like a man who resolves to do what's hard, He plunged into this world's ruthless spiteful war, took sleep from His friends, anger from God. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXXIII:283. See also B S1:151:160; no MSs; Valgrisi 152. Translation: Roscoe 326-7. Reference: Matt 26:36-46; Mark 14:13-42. A seventeenth in a series meditating Christ. Key |
