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If you could linger thoughtfully, slowly on just a drop of this hallowed water from that fountain of paradise, your thirst for the things of this world would cease--your soul would wake to an eternal realm, leave off your works, human concerns, your control of others; freely, quietly you'd turn to God, withdraw and cease to seek this or that water's edge on earth, your shelter summer, winter paradise. This water rejoices the heart until your eyes rain tears, which course down, bathe the body. This exaltation does not weary, it refreshes, strengthens the spirit-it's our rope to reach God's port. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CCI:361. See also B E12:209; no MSa; 1548 Valgrisi; 1760 Rota. Key |
