Listen quietly; I hear the voice of my Beloved! He speaks to me! Fair weather is smiling upon the face of the earth, and He would not have me spiritually asleep while nature is all around me awaking from her winter’s rest. He bids me, “Rise up,” and well He may, for I have long enough been lying among the dens of worldliness. He calls me, “Come away.” The sweet sound is melodious and inviting, so what is there to hold me in this wilderness of vanity and sin?