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doned our offences as we pardoned those who had offended us.
And the angelic chorus repeated, Glory to God! Peace to
men! ‘That sweet and heavenly voice was Maria’s; she
who on earth blessed God for all her afflictions—even for
the blindness that hid from her contemplation the magni-
ficent spectacle of the universe. She who had so often
soothed the fierce passions of her darling brother was now
chanting the mercy of God among those whose good works
follow them—the just made perfect.

Philip, unable to support the excess of his happiness,
suddenly awoke—his imagination teeming with the mar-
vels he had seemed a spectator of. Quitting his bed he
fell on his knees, and with tearful eyes recited his morning
devotions.