“Where love and understanding join, hearts are tranquil,
They rise above the turmoil of this world, and are still, still
As the air above the moon.” So wrote an old monk, soon
Before his passing, to a friend far off, adding this boon,
That perseverance in hope leads on to Sabbath Rest,
That those who practice prayer with patience are twice blest.
William of St. Thierry was a Cistercian monk, circa a.d. 1145.
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