Purgatorio – Canto 11

2 “O our Father, who art in Heaven, not circumscribed, but for the greater love 3 which Thou hast to the first works on high, praised be Thy name and Thy power by every creature, as it is meet 6 to render thanks to Thy sweet effluence. May the peace of Thy Kingdom come unto us, for we cannot unto it of ourselves, 9 if it come not, with all our striving. As of their will Thine angels, make sacrifice to Thee, singing Hosanna, 12 so may men make of theirs, Give us this day the daily manna, without which, in this rough desert, 15 he backward goes, who toils most to go on. And as we the wrong that we have suffered forgive to each, even do Thou forgive, 18 benignant, and regard not our desert, Our virtue, which is easily overcome, put not to proof with the old adversary, 21 but deliver from him who so assails it. This last prayer, dear Lord, is, indeed, not made for ourselves, for it is not needful, 24 but for those who have remained behind us.” Thus praying good speed for themselves and us, those shades were all going under their load, 27 like that of which one sometimes dreams,

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