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Human nature, by itself frail, venal, vile--anyone with a sound eye can see how useless it is even to try to do more or less than the body permits; Let God provide--He clothes the grass, arrays the lilies, takes cares of each bird we see-- food, clothes, we ought with a clear mind to place gratefully, gladly all thoughts of these in His hands. Since in Him is all our good, the gentle heart loves but Him, pitches her tent by His, scorns turning her eyes' light up to any but His. Pray always, never forget to call on Him whose body's blood, time on the cross gave us limitless love. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XLVII:207. See also B S1:83:126; R XIX:432; MSs L and V2, A, CASI, Pr, RA; Valgrisi 84. Key |
