martyrdom of soul or body. Ah! rather give me both the one and the other!
HIST. D'UNE AME. CH. VIII
I have no longer any desire unless it
be to love Jesus even to folly! Yes, Love
it is that draws me. I can say these
words of the canticle of our Father, St.
John of the Cross:
In the inmost cellar
Of my Beloved have I drunk; and when I went forth
Over all the plain
I knew nothing,
And lost the flock I followed before.
My soul is occupied
And all my substance in His service;
Now I guard no flock,
Nor have I any other employment:
My sole occupation is love.
(Spiritual Canticle, Trans. D. Lewis.)
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. VIII
Oh! if souls weak and imperfect as
mine, felt what I feel, not one would
despair of reaching the summit of the
mountain of Love, since Jesus does not
