LATE HAVE

   love thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new; late have I loved thee: for behold thou wert within me, and I outside; and I Southside and in my unloveliness fell upon those lovely things that thou has made. Thou wert whit me, and I was not with Thee. I was not with 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 to break my deafness: and Thou didst sent fort thy beams and shin upon me and chase away my blindness: Thou didst breath fragrance upon me , and I draw in my breath and do now pant for Thee: I tasted Thee , and now hunger and thirst for Thee: Thou didst touch me , and I have burned for Thy peace

. CHRICTIANTY: St. Augustine