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Those who long to see how fire burns snow, how a vestal flame, bright and wavering, may feed a white and soft fall of snow, both untouched, neither consuming the other, do but look at this virgin, God's mother, and you will see God's spirit come down to dwell in her heart, she in His light, His glass, He's understood what she is through and through; and you will mark a white light everywhere so dazzling, it shoots, weaves, chequers the cloth of paradise with flashing radiance. When Jesus takes us and we are reborn, we are at war, as in this blest childbirth where once flesh and miracle competed. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LXXXV:245. See also B S1:19:139; no MSs; Valgrisi 110. A third in a series to the Virgin. Key |
