For my present I cannot speak.
For my future, it seems I dare not speak.
"Dreams of the future! Exalted visions! Beautiful, unspeakable hopes! Deep, inarticulate longings that fill the conscious soul! Ah! so sweet, so harmonious, so delightful, like an angel, like the bride of the pure and bright soul adorned for the nuptials, do I see the future beckoning me with a clear, transparent smile onward to her presence.

'Ah!' my soul would say, 'we will meet, for I am in thy presence, and faithful in God may heaven grant me to be.' The beauty, the grace, the love, the sweetness that attract me, are beyond all comparison.

Ah! thou eternal, ever-blooming virgin, the Future, shall I ever embrace thee?
Shall I ever see thee nearer to my heart?
I look at myself and I am bowed down low in grief; but when I cast my eyes up to thee, in seeing thee I am lost.

The grace and beauty I see in thee passes into my soul, and I am all that thou art.

I am then wedded to thee, and I would that it were an eternal union.