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From the beautiful fountain of untold love comes God's grace: gaze there at redemption, and, armed with faith, razed by fire, having cast out all else, your heart will burn with love. Sitting next to such fountain, transformed within and without, the soul is sustained, asks no more, but to walk there always, to return home, to be overwhelmed by love. In the tiniest drop from these waters, one has a foretaste of that drink which shall satisfy even this parched aching thirst. Ah, to glimpse up there the source of this pure free stream of clear water which gives the heart the supreme gift of permanent gladness . |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V CLXX:330 . See also B S2:13:183. Key |
