She said it, she wept it, she wept it to her Father in heaven. And softly, as from the other side of the choir, came back, as from above, the glorious antiphon—
"As it is in heaven."
The sob of submission came back, as it so often does, in a song of praise, from the land where the Amens are transfigured into the Hallelujahs.
"As it is in heaven."
"It will be all Easter there," she thought. "I shall be Inside there at last!"
When her father came back, and looked anxiously at his darling as he entered the door, her smile met him like a song of victory and welcome.
"At Easter, darling! Inside the Cathedral at Easter!"
"Yes, father," she said; "one Easter I shall be Inside."
But the hidden fount of joy, from which the smile came, he did not know. She would not tell him, because to him, at first, she knew it must be a bitter well of tears.
Slowly she faded away.