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Matelda and the Cloister of Hellfde
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The Lord giveth a tenfold Honour to the Soul.

The mouth of the Lord hath spoken,

Hath spoken a mighty word;

My sinful heart it hath broken,

Yet sweeter I never heard.

“Thou, thou art, O soul, My deep desire,

And My love’s eternal bliss;

Thou art the rest where leaneth My breast,

And My mouth’s most holy kiss.

Thou art the treasure I sought and found,

Rejoicing over thee;

I dwell in thee, and with thee I am crowned,

And thou dost dwell in Me.

Thou art joined to Me, O Mine own, for ever,

And nearer thou canst not be;

Shall aught on earth or in heaven sever

Myself from Me?”

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