But thou, O my Father,
knowest I always delight to commune with thee in my lone and silent
heart; I am never full of thee; I am never weary of thee; I am always
desiring thee. I hunger with strong hope and affection for thee, and
I thirst for thy grace and spirit.
"When I go to visit my friends, I must put on my best garments,
and I must think of my manner to please them. I am tired to stay
long, because my mind is not free, and they sometimes talk gossip
with me. But, Oh my Father, thou visitest me in my work, and I can
lift up my desires to thee, and my heart is cheered and at rest with
thy presence, and I am always alone with thee, _and thou dost not
steal my time by foolishness_. I always ask in my heart, where can I
find thee?"
The next is a voice out of a solitude as strict and sacred as
that in which nature had isolated this eloquent mute.
"My Father, when I cannot be cheerful or happy, I can be true
and obedient, and I will not forget that joy has been, and may still
be. If there is no hour of solitude granted me, still I will commune
with thee.
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