Chapter VII.—He Shows by Example that Even Infancy is Prone to Sin.

11. Hearken, O God! Alas for the sins of men! Man saith this, and Thou dost compassionate him; for Thou didst create him, but didst not create the sin that is in him. Who bringeth to my remembrance the sin of my infancy? For before Thee none is free from sin, not even the infant which has lived but a day upon the earth. Who bringeth this to my remembrance? Doth not each little one, in whom I behold that which I do not remember of myself? In what, then, did I sin? Is it that I cried for the breast? If I should now so cry,—not indeed for the breast, but for the food suitable to my years,—I should be most justly laughed at and rebuked. What I then did deserved rebuke; but as I could not understand those who rebuked me, neither custom nor reason suffered me to be rebuked. For as we grow we root out and cast from us such habits. I have not seen any one who is wise, when “purging”35    John xv. 2. anything cast away the good. Or was it good, even for a time, to strive to get by crying that which, if given, would be hurtful—to be bitterly indignant that those who were free and its elders, and those to whom it owed its being, besides many others wiser than it, who would not give way to the nod of its good pleasure, were not subject unto it—to endeavour to harm, by struggling as much as it could, because those commands were not obeyed which only could have been obeyed to its hurt? Then, in the weakness of the infant’s limbs, and not in its will, lies its innocency. I myself have seen and known an infant to be jealous though it could not speak. It became pale, and cast bitter looks on its foster-brother. Who is ignorant of this? Mothers and nurses tell us that they appease these things by I know not what remedies; and may this be taken for innocence, that when the fountain of milk is flowing fresh and abundant, one who has need should not be allowed to share it, though needing that nourishment to sustain life? Yet we look leniently on these things, not because they are not faults, nor because the faults are small, but because they will vanish as age increases. For although you may allow these things now, you could not bear them with equanimity if found in an older person.

12. Thou, therefore, O Lord my God, who gavest life to the infant, and a frame which, as we see, Thou hast endowed with senses, compacted with limbs, beautified with form, and, for its general good and safety, hast introduced all vital energies—Thou commandest me to praise Thee for these things, “to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praise unto Thy name, O Most High;”36    Ps. xcii. 1. for Thou art a God omnipotent and good, though Thou hadst done nought but these things, which none other can do but Thou, who alone madest all things, O Thou most fair, who madest all things fair, and orderest all according to Thy law. This period, then, of my life, O Lord, of which I have no remembrance, which I believe on the word of others, and which I guess from other infants, it chagrins me—true though the guess be—to reckon in this life of mine which I lead in this world; inasmuch as, in the darkness of my forgetfulness, it is like to that which I passed in my mother’s womb. But if “I was shapen in iniquity, and in sin did my mother conceive me,”37    Ps. li. 5. where, I pray thee, O my God, where, Lord, or when was I, Thy servant, innocent? But behold, I pass by that time, for what have I to do with that, the memories of which I cannot recall?

CAPUT VII. Infantia quoque peccatis obnoxia.

11. Exaudi, Deus. Vae peccatis hominum! Et homo dicit haec, et misereris ejus; quoniam tu fecisti eum, et peccatum non fecisti in eo. Quis me commemorat peccatum infantiae meae? Quoniam nemo mundus a peccato coram te, nec infans cujus est unius diei vita super terram (Job. XXV, 4). Quis me commemorat? An quilibet tantillus nunc parvulus, in quo video quod non memini de me? Quid ergo tunc peccabam? An quia uberibus inhiabam plorans? Nam si nunc faciam, non quidem uberibus, sed escae congruenti annis meis ita inhians, deridebor atque reprehendar justissime. Tunc ergo reprehendenda faciebam: sed quia reprehendentem intelligere non poteram; nec mos reprehendi me, nec ratio sinebat. Nam exstirpamus et ejicimus ista crescentes. Nec vidi quemquam scientem, cum aliquid purgat , bona projicere. An pro tempore etiam illa bona erant, flendo petere etiam quod noxie daretur, indignari acriter non subjectis hominibus, liberis et majoribus, hisque a quibus genitus est, multisque praeterea prudentioribus non ad nutum voluntatis obtemperantibus; feriendo nocere niti quantum potest, quia non obeditur imperiis quibus perniciose obediretur? Ita imbecillitas membrorum infantilium innocens est, non animus infantium. Vidi ego et expertus 0666 sum zelantem parvulum: nondum loquebatur, et intuebatur pallidus amaro aspectu collactaneum suum. Quis hoc ignorat? Expiare se dicunt ista matres atque nutrices nescio quibus remediis. Nisi vero et ista innocentia est, in fonte lactis ubertim manante atque abundante, opis egentissimum, et illo adhuc uno alimento vitam ducentem, consortem non pati. Sed blande tolerantur haec, non quia nulla vel parva, sed quia aetatis accessu peritura sunt. Quod licet probes, cum ferri aequo animo eadem ipsa non possunt, quando in aliquo annosiore deprehenduntur.

12. Tu itaque, Domine Deus meus, qui dedisti vitam infanti, et corpus, quod ita ut videmus instruxisti sensibus, compegisti membris, figura decorasti, proque ejus universitate atque incolumitate omnes conatus animantis insinuasti; jubes me laudare te in istis et confiteri tibi, et psallere nomini tuo, Altissime (Psal. XCI, 2): quia Deus es omnipotens et bonus, etiamsi sola ista fecisses, quae nemo alius potest facere, nisi tu, une, a quo est omnis modus; formosissime, qui formas omnia, et lege tua ordinas omnia. Hanc ergo aetatem, Domine, quam me vixisse non memini, de qua aliis credidi, et quam me egisse ex aliis infantibus conjeci, quanquam ista multum fida conjectura sit, piget me annumerare huic vitae meae, quam vivo in hoc saeculo. Quantum enim attinet ad oblivionis meae tenebras, par illi est quam vixi in matris utero. Quod si et in iniquitate conceptus sum, et in peccatis me mater mea in utero aluit (Psal. L, 7); ubi, oro te, Deus meus, ubi, Domine, ego servus tuus, ubi aut quando innocens fui? Sed ecce omitto illud tempus: et quid mihi jam cum eo est, cujus nulla vestigia recolo?