And now, Lord, these things are passed by, and time hath assuaged my wound. May I learn from Thee, who art Truth, and approach
the ear of my heart unto Thy mouth, that Thou mayest tell me why weeping is sweet to the miserable? Hast Thou, although present
every where, cast away our misery far from Thee? And Thou abidest in Thyself, but we are tossed about in divers trials. And
yet unless we mourned in Thine ears, we should have no hope left. Whence then is sweet fruit gathered from
the bitterness of life, from groaning, tears, sighs, and complaints? Doth this sweeten it, that we hope Thou hearest?
This is true of prayer, for therein is a longing to approach unto Thee. But is it also in grief for a thing lost, and the
sorrow wherewith I was then overwhelmed? For I neither hoped he should return to life nor did I desire this with my tears;
but I wept only and grieved. For I was miserable, and had lost my joy. Or is weeping indeed a bitter thing, and for very loathing
things which we before enjoyed, does it then, when we shrink from them, please us?