Aug 13 [ 1816]

Return O God of love return earth is a tiresome place  I wish not to murmur  I wish not to repine at my lot  I am sick of the noise and tumult of this world  It has nothing permanent it has nothing satisfying nothing but what leaves an aching void in the heart of a being possessed of an immortal mind  It is true this world presents to view a false alluring charm a pleasure if pursued which will land the soul of its poor deluded votary in eternal perdition  But the pleasure which is felt by the humble saint while contemplating on the character of God will never die but it will continue to increase unfolding to