She points the path on high: and I who know
Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer,
In sweet, affectionate, and low,
Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there:
And find such sweetness in her words alone
As with their power should melt the hardest stone.
Her chaste anxiety and earnest prayer,
In sweet, affectionate, and low,
Train, at her will, my acts and wishes there:
And find such sweetness in her words alone
As with their power should melt the hardest stone.
Petrarch
