And who so desolate and oppressed as you ?' 'True, most true,' she murmured.
'You are cradled in the supplications of the faithful.

A thousand hearts are hearing your sorrows, and yet you say impiously that you are on the border-land of hell; but no, you will never go there.

There are too many marks of His love upon you.

All this suffering has more meaning than that.' It is impossible to describe the look she gave me; astonishment, incredulity, and something like dawning hope were blended in it; but she remained silent.
'You have missed your vocation, that is true.

You were set apart here to do most divine work; but you have failed over it.