But yet we gasped
with the mouth of our heart, after those heavenly streams of Thy
fountain, the fountain of life, which is with Thee; that being bedewed
thence according to our capacity, we might in some sort meditate
upon so high a mystery.
And when our discourse was brought to that point, that the very
highest delight of the earthly senses, in the very purest material
light, was, in respect of the sweetness of that life, not only not
worthy of comparison, but not even of mention; we raising up ourselves
with a more glowing affection towards the "Self-same," did by
degrees pass through all things bodily, even the very heaven whence
sun and moon and stars shine upon the earth; yea, we were soaring
higher yet, by inward musing, and discourse, and admiring of Thy
works; and we came to our own minds, and went beyond them, that we
might arrive at that region of never-failing plenty, where Thou
feedest Israel for ever with the food of truth, and where life is
the Wisdom by whom all these things are made, and what have been,
and what shall be, and she is not made, but is, as she hath been,
and so shall she be ever; yea rather, to "have been," and "hereafter
to be," are not in her, but only "to be," seeing she is eternal.
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