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Late have I loved thee, O Beauty
so ancient and so new;
late have I loved thee! For behold,
late have I loved thee! For behold,
thou wert within me and I outside;
and I sought thee outside
and I sought thee outside
and in my unloveliness
fell upon these lovely things
fell upon these lovely things
that thou hast made.
Thou wert with me and I
was not with thee.
I was kept from thee by those things,
yet had they not been in thee,
I was kept from thee by those things,
yet had they not been in thee,
they would not have been at all.
Thou didst call and cry to me
and break open my deafness. . . .
I tasted thee, and now hunger
and thirst for thee;
thou didst touch me,
and now I burn for thy peace.
thou didst touch me,
and now I burn for thy peace.
~ Saint Augustine of Hippo
from Confessions
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