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Sunday, 9 September 2012

Sonnet LXVII. A prayer for faith - Michelangelo Buonarroti

There's not on earth a thing more vile and base
      Than, lacking Thee, I feel myself to be:
      For pardon prays my own debility,
      Yearning in vain to lift me to Thy face.
Stretch to me, Lord, that chain whose links enlace
      All heavenly gifts and all felicity —
      Faith, whereunto I strive perpetually,
      Yet cannot find (my fault) her perfect grace.
That gift of gifts, the rarer 'tis, the more
      I count it great ; more great, because to earth
      Without it neither peace nor joy is given.
If Thou Thy blood so lovingly didst pour.
      Let not that bounty fail or suffer dearth,
      Withholding Faith that opes the doors of heaven.

Michelangelo Buonarroti (Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni) (1475 - 1564) Italy
Translated by John Addington Symonds
Source: The sonnets of Michael Angelo Buonarroti, John Addington Symonds, T. B. Mosher, 1901

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