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Saint Augustine
"Too late have I love you, O Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new!
Too late have O loved you, and behold, you were within, and I abroad, and there I searched for you.
You were with me, but, I was not with you. Things held me from you - things which, if they were not in you, were not at all!
You called and shouted, and burst my deafness. You breathed odors and I drew in breath and I pant for you. I tasted and I hunger and thirst.
You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
So be it. Amen.
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