Now the wind is ceasing; as if satisfied, it seems to be growing quiet.

Yes, yes, yes, with tears! To-morrow, to-morrow morning! I will announce it.

And I know to whom I shall go in Rome.

Oh! light, oh! peace, oh! springs burst forth again in my soul: oh! dead sea, swelling with a wave of warmth! Yes, yes, yes, with tears! I return thanks! I return thanks! Glory be to Thee, our Father which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come: Thy will be done!.