Lxxii. _A Prayer For Aid._ Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Lxxii. _A Prayer For Aid._
Deh fammiti vedere.
Oh, make me see Thee, Lord, where'er I go!
If mortal beauty sets my soul on fire,
That flame when near to Thine must needs expire,
And I with love of only Thee shall glow.
Dear Lord, Thy help I seek against this woe,
These torments that my spirit vex and tire;
Thou only with new strength canst re-inspire
My will, my sense, my courage faint and low.
Thou gavest me on earth this soul divine;
And Thou within this body weak and frail
Didst prison it-how sadly there to live!
How can I make its lot less vile than mine?
Without Thee, Lord, all goodness seems to fail.
To alter fate is God's prerogative.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 274. Deh fammiti vedere in ogni loco! Deh fammiti vedere in ogni loco! Se da mortal bellezza arder mi sento, appresso al tuo mi sarà foco ispento, e io nel tuo sarò, com’ero, in foco. Signor mie caro, i’ te sol chiamo e ’nvoco5 contr’a l’inutil mie cieco tormento: tu sol puo’ rinnovarmi fuora e drento le voglie e ’l senno e ’l valor lento e poco. Tu desti al tempo, Amor, quest’alma diva e ’n questa spoglia ancor fragil e stanca10 l’incarcerasti, e con fiero destino. Che poss’io altro che così non viva? Ogni ben senza te, Signor, mi manca; il cangiar sorte è sol poter divino.