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Late I came to love you
O Beauty,
so ancient and so new.
You called, and broke
through my defenses,
and now I long for you.
You breathed your
fragrance on me,
and I drew in my breath
and now I pant for you.
I tasted you, and now
I hunger and thirst for you
You touched me,
and I burn for your peace.
St. Augustine of
Hippo (354-430)
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