All drew rein, and one, dismounting, stood a moment looking down at her.

Then laying hold of her fleece, he moved the ewe tenderly aside.
"A sign and a wonder!" said the Roman knight, as they continued their journey.

"That old fighter has no hand for kindness." "But mark this miracle of God," said the friend of Vergilius.

"He softens the heart of those with young and makes gentle the hand that touches them.

Ay, has he not softened the heart of the world?
'Tis like a mother whose time is near." Soon a purple dusk had overflooded the hills and risen above the splendor of Jerusalem.