the
day,
they
will
tell
you
that
they
love
;
but
if
you
ask
why
they
love,
they
will
tell
you
that
they
do
not
know
;
they
only
know
that
they
love,
and
that
they
bum
with
desire
to
suffer
for
the
object
of
their
love.
You
may
ask
if
it
is
not
the
sight
of
the
sufferings
of
their
Beloved
which
inspires
them
with
the
longing
to
suffer
with
Him,
but
they
will
reply
that
the
thought
of
His
suflferings
did
not
even
enter
their
mind.
Neither
is
it
the
desire
to
imitate
the
virtues
which
they
see
in
Him,
for
they
do
not
think
of
them,
nor
the
sight
of
His
beauty
which
enraptures
them,
for
they
do
not
look
at
it.
Only
they
feel
in
the
depths
of
their
heart
a
deep
wound,
yet
so
delightful
that
they
rest
in
their
pain,
and
find
their
pleasure
in
their
grief.
They
believe
now
that
they
have
arrived
at
the
consummation
of
all,
for
though
they
are
full
of
the
faults
I
have
mentioned,
and
many
others
yet
more
dangerous,
which
are
better
perceived
in
the
following
degree
than
in
this,
they
rest
in
their
fancied
perfection,
and
stopping
at
the
means,
which
they
mistake
for
the
end,
they
would
remain
stationary,
if
God
did
not
bring
the
torrent,
which
