LATE HAVE I LOVE YOU

Late have I love you,

beauty so ancient and so new,

Late have I love you.

And, look, you were with Me,

and I was not with you...

You called, you cried out, you scattered

my blindness, you breathed perfume,

and I drew my breath and I pant for you:

I tasted, and I am hungry and thirsty;

You touched me, and I burned for

your peace. (St. Augustine's Confession X, 27).

When in my whole self I shall cling

to yo united, I shall find

no sorrow anywhere, no labor:

wholly alive will my life be all

full of You. (Confession X, 28)