. The monk and the hangman's daughter. a life of sanctity. 3Saujri)tcr. g5 SJe i^onft antr tjje I was wliolly iu error. This other human desire «. - X^anQmans — comes it not also of God ? Is it not concernedfor the good of its object ? And what can be agreater good than salvation of the soul ? — a holylife on earth, and in Heaven eternal happiness andglory to reward it. Surely the sjiiritual and thecarnal love are not so widely different as I havebeen taught to think them. They are, perhaj)s, notantagonistic, and are but expressions of the samewill. 0 holy Franciscus, in this great light thath
. The monk and the hangman's daughter. a life of sanctity. 3Saujri)tcr. g5 SJe i^onft antr tjje I was wliolly iu error. This other human desire «. - X^anQmans — comes it not also of God ? Is it not concernedfor the good of its object ? And what can be agreater good than salvation of the soul ? — a holylife on earth, and in Heaven eternal happiness andglory to reward it. Surely the sjiiritual and thecarnal love are not so widely different as I havebeen taught to think them. They are, perhaj)s, notantagonistic, and are but expressions of the samewill. 0 holy Franciscus, in this great light thathas fallen about me, guide thou my steps. Showto my dazzled eyes the straight, right way toBenedictas good! At length the. sun disapjieared behind the clois-ter. The flakes and cloudlets gathered upon thehorizon; the haze rose from the abyss and beyond ;the 23urple shadow climbed higher and higher; thegreat sloj)e of the mountain extinguished at lastthe gleam of light upon the summit. Thank God,oh, thank God, she is free ! HAVE been very ill, but bythe kind attention of thebrothers am suflicieutly re-covered to leave my must be Gods will thatI live to serve Ilim, for cer-tainly I have done nothingto merit His great mercy in restoring me tohealth. Still, I feel a j^earning in my soul fora complete dedication of my jjoor life to Himand His service. To embrace Him and be boundup in His love is now the only aspiration that Ihave. As soon as the holy oil is on my brow,these hopes, I am sure, will be fulfilled, and,purged of my hopeless earthly passion for Bene-dicta, I shall be lifted into a new and divinerlife. And it may be that then I can, withoutoffense to Heaven or peril to my soul, watchover and protect her far better than I can nowas a wretched monk. I have been weak. My feet, like those of an ana tje J^anuntans JBaualJtet. infant, failed to support my body. The brotherscarried me into the garden. With what gratitudeI again looked upward into the blue of th
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