Between the Heart of Jesus, and mine, alas, what a contrast!
When Jesus appears to sleep, His Heart is watching; but I sleep and my heart watches not. My senses are ever wakeful, my passions ever active, my mind is constant excitement. It is my heart that sleeps! O my God! let all within me sleep, all
except my heart, for it is upon my heart that Thy divine gaze is ever fixed. Dominus intuetur cor — “The Lord looketh at the heart.”
Thus let me pass my days, O my God! loving Thee with my heart, adoring Thee with my heart; serving Thee with my heart, and when Thou shalt call me to Thyself, be it mine to exclaim with my last sigh, “I am now about to sleep the sleep of death, but it will not be an utter sleep. My heart shall watch; it shall watch near Thee and in Thee, through a blissful eternity! Amen.”
ASPIRATION.
Heart of Jesus, hope of those who die in thee, have mercy on me!
VIII.
How blind am I! I have received wonderful graces that I never thought of; and none the less wonderful because they did not strike any of my senses. I felt nothing; I received what would surprise me, did I know it. How blind! — worse than that, I have been and am ungrateful! Perhaps I have been actually dissatisfied — almost displeased with certain graces and signal favours. A little wholesome severity on the part of him who reconciled me to God, disturbed my peace in the very
