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When Christ's act balanced the scales of justice, our just Lord freed a world whose basis is corruption and viciousness, this to help us climb up, naked and unencumbered, to Paradise. It was pity moved Him, to weigh his Son, a new second Adam, against the oppressive weight of this earth's evil--hH brought merit where there'd been but defect. His lowly death, His abasement can give us immortal life--with thousands of flaming torches His angels open, light the way to Paradise. His act gave us wings to sweep away each cloud, to fly gaily past these tangled webs up to Him. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V VIII:394. See also B S1:4:179; MS CASI. A twenty-fourth in a series meditating Christ. Key |
