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Book IX
OF THE LOVE OF SUBMISSION, WHEREBY OUR WILL IS UNITED TO GOD'S GOOD-PLEASURE.
CHAPTER IX. HOW THE PURITY OF INDIFFERENCE IS TO BE PRACTISED IN THE ACTIONS OF SACRED LOVE.
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One of the most excellent musicians in the world, who played perfectly upon
the lute, became in time so extremely deaf that he entirely lost the use of
his hearing, yet ceased he not for all that to sing and to handle his lute
marvellous delicately, by reason of the great skill he had acquired, of
which his deafness did not deprive him. But because he had no pleasure in
his song, nor yet in the sound of his lute, inasmuch as, being deprived of
his hearing he could not perceive its sweetness and beauty,—he no longer
sang or played save only to content a prince whose native subject he was,
and whom he had an extreme inclination, as well as an infinite obligation,
to please, because brought up in his palace from childhood. Hence he took an
incomparable delight in pleasing him, and when his prince showed that he was
pleased with his music he was ravished with delight. But it happened
sometimes that the prince, to make trial of this loving musician's love,
gave him an order to sing, and then immediately leaving him there in his
chamber, went to the chase. The desire which this singer had to accomplish
his master's will, made him continue his music as attentively as though his
prince had been present, though in very deed he had no content in singing.
For he neither had the pleasure of the melody, whereof his deafness deprived
him, nor the content of pleasing his prince, who being absent could not
enjoy the sweetness of the beautiful airs he sang.
My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready: I will sing and rehearse a
psalm. Arise, O my glory! Arise psaltery and harp: I will arise early. [421]
Man's heart is the true chaunter of the canticle of sacred love, himself the
harp and the psaltery. Now ordinarily this chaunter hears his own voice, and
takes a great pleasure in the melody of his song. I mean that our heart,
loving God, relishes the delights of this love, and takes an incomparable
contentment in loving so lovely an object. Notice, I pray you, Theotimus,
what I mean. The young nightingales do first essay a beginning of song to
imitate the old ones; but having got skill and become masters, they sing for
the pleasure which they take in warbling, and they so passionately addict
themselves to this delight, as I have said in another place, that by force
of straining their voice, their throat bursts and they die. So our hearts in
the beginning of their devotion love God that they may be united and become
agreeable unto him, and imitate him in that he hath loved us for all
eternity; but by little and little being formed and exercised in holy love,
they are imperceptibly changed. In lieu of loving God in order to please
God, they begin to love him for the pleasure they take in the exercises of
holy love; and instead of falling in love with God they fall in love with
the love they bear him, and stand affected to their own affections. They no
longer take pleasure in God, but in the pleasure they find in his love. They
content themselves with this love as being their own, in their spirit and
proceeding from it; for though this sacred love be called the love of God
because God is loved by it, yet it is also ours, because we are the lovers
that love. And it is thus we make the change; for instead of loving this
holy love because it tends to God who is the beloved, we love it because it
proceeds from us who are the lovers. Now who does not see that in so doing
we do not seek God, but turn home to ourselves, loving the love instead of
loving the beloved? Loving, I say, the love, not by reason of God's
good-pleasure and liking, but for the pleasure and content we draw from it.
This chaunter who in the beginning sang to God and for God, now rather sings
to himself and for himself than for God; and the pleasure he takes in
singing is not so much to please God's ear as his own. And forasmuch as the
canticle of Divine love is of all the most excellent, he also loves it
better, not by reason of the Divine excellence which is exalted therein, but
because its music is more delicious and agreeable.
[421] Ps. lvi. 8, 9.
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