Lightly the angel's wings touched his face.
"Joseph, be not afraid.

Lift up your heart and pray.

It is the secret of all eternities, and you are chosen to be the foster-father of Him who comes from heaven." He looked round him, not knowing whence came these thoughts, these voices, this wondrous singing.
"You are tired, Joseph, you must sleep," said Mary.

And when he slumbered peacefully she prayed in her heart: "I am a poor handmaiden of the Lord.

The will of the Lord be done.".