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The light I'm devoted to, sacred to
me, guides my soul through this to the life beyond: on earth his example invites me to act with true integrity; to imagine him in Paradise sustains me always; he opens a way through both: if my feet can follow his, I shall dance in that never-ending dance, and the ends of mortal life will seem less wanting. If my soul were equal to his, he'd have led me long since to rapture there and peace here. But God is not equally generous with gifts, nor allow my perfections to have a Sun for a guide, wings to fly. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V XC:90. From B A1:76:41. See also Ruscelli LXXXII:231. Key |
