THE soul, encumbered with earthly love, has a sort of birdlime on her wings. She cannot fly. But, once cleansed from the sordid affections of the world, she spreads her feathers and her two wings free - that is, the two precepts of love of God and love of our neighbour.
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From Thoughts of St Augustine for Every Day
by Kathleen Mary Balfe (© 1926)
Nihil Obstat: Georgius D. Smith, S.T.D
Imprimatur: Edm. Can. Surmont
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