6/43 Sun and moon they see, but not me! They know not their mother. The answer of our God is this:--"Give to thy children one by one to drink of thy mingled tears and blood:--then, if there is virtue in them, they shall revive, thou shaft revive. If virtue is not in them, they and thou shall continue prostrate, and the ox shall walk over you." From heaven's high altar, O Camilla, my child, this silver sacramental cup was reached to me. Gather my tears in it, fill it with my blood, and drink.' The song had been massive in monotones, almost Gregorian in its severity up to this point. |