Rome was gone, and it was a lamentable shame; Rome was gone, and the air was the sweeter for it; and then in an instant, like the soar of a bird, He was up and away--away from the horrid gulf where He had looked just now, from the fragments of charred bodies, and tumbled houses and all the signs of man's disgrace, to the pure air and sunlight to which man must once more set his face.

Yet He bore with Him in that wonderful flight the dew of tears and the aroma of earth.

He had not spared words with which to lash and whip the naked human heart, and He did not spare words to lift up the bleeding, shrinking thing, and comfort it with the divine vision of love....
Historically speaking, it was about forty minutes before He turned to the shrouded image behind the altar.
"Oh! Maternity!" he cried.

"Mother of us all---" And then, to those who heard Him, the supreme miracle took place....

For it seemed now in an instant that it was no longer man who spoke, but One who stood upon the stage of the superhuman.