The Madonna looked gravely upon her.

The holy Babe gazed with omniscient eyes, holding forth tiny hands of omnipotence.
Even so had they looked in her hour of joy, when she had kneeled in a transport of thanksgiving.
Even so had they looked in her hour of anguish, when she had poured out her despair at having been twice deceived.
Yet help had not come, until she had lifted her eyes unto the hills.
She turned from the shrine, went swiftly to the open casement, and stood looking over the green tree tops, to the heavenly blue beyond, flecked by swift moving clouds.
She, who had now learned to "look.

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at the things that are not seen," could not find help through gazing on carven images.
Thoughts of our Lady seemed more living and vital while she kept her eyes upon the fleecy whiteness of those tiny clouds, or watched a flight of mountain birds, silver-winged in the sunshine.
What was the one command recorded as having been given, by the blessed Mother of our Lord, to men?
"Whatsoever He saith unto you, do it." And what was His last injunction to His Church on earth?
"Go ye into all the world and preach glad tidings to every creature.