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On this day His bride's ecstasy turned to tears; her life's beginning, end; His we gain eternal life through, was made clear--and she felt a sweet gaiety and bitter grief. On this day the virgin hears, is afraid; in His messenger God Himself tells her she's His mother; on this day His painful death on the cross grips and makes her distraught. One day erased the long travail of years; but to the sad overburdened soul this miracle brings grief-striken thoughts too; Still, as one looks around at this varied earth, there is a pleasure in the thought, how right it is to remain intent on Him. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLXXVI:336. See also B S2:24:189; no MSs; in 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. A fourteenth in a series on the Virgin Mary. An Annunciation sonnet. Key |
