Thanks to Thee, O my God. Whence and whither hast Thou
thus led my remembrance, that I should confess these things also
unto Thee? which great though they be, I had passed by in
forgetfulness. And yet then, when the odour of Thy ointments was so
fragrant, did we not run after Thee. Therefore did I more weep among
the singing of Thy Hymns, formerly sighing after Thee, and at length
breathing in Thee, as far as the breath may enter into this our
house of grass.
Thou that makest men to dwell of one mind in one house, didst join
with us Euodius also, a young man of our own city. Who being an
officer of Court, was before us converted to Thee and baptised: and
quitting his secular warfare, girded himself to Thine. We were
together, about to dwell together in our devout purpose. We sought
where we might serve Thee most usefully, and were together returning
to Africa: whitherward being as far as Ostia, my mother departed
this life. Much I omit, as hastening much. Receive my confessions
and thanksgivings, O my God, for innumerable things whereof I am
silent.
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