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Not without reason, in the ancient book of laws we read of a paradise of milk and honey: milk, white, for a baby, innocence and faith; honey, a golden sweet flow, tender love: these feed the soul. Of the bee, natural enemy of all that savors of bitterness--look, with what care he steals sweetness in and from round each flower, labors to delight another. And of the lamb, humbly drinking milk from the shepherd who strengthens it with strong food. The moment's gone. Now replete yet knowing so much one scorns sweet toys and the self to fix one's eyes on God eternally. |
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Notes: From B S2:2:178. In MSS L, V2 (Ve2?); 1900 Tordi 10:53. Key |