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Out of His love God weaves a tangled thread
round the soul, by this snare pulls her to him; His son's dear hand tightens the knot--not just what but how it's done answers my heart's need. I feel a quiet delicate ardor penetrate my whole being--I listen keenly and hear a clear high call--somehow bringing me back to true integrity. Faith, charity, hope, and humility make the steps of a stairwell we can climb to paradise--these make the soul erect, raise her to where the blest meet and hold hands, linked from lowest to highest, gathered close, to gaze into love's timeless reflections. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V XLIII:203. See also B S1:73:121 from Valgrisi 74. Translations: McAuliffe 114-5; Gibaldi 41. The last tercet is strongly influenced by Dante's Paradiso, XXXIII. Key |
