“Maiden, no! Thy Christmas saint
Beareth gifts of mortal taint.
Those we bear are not of earth:
Theirs has been a higher birth.”
“I will not forget the gifts of the good sisters,” she murmured softly. “Doubtless it is my heavenly Father who has sent them to me.”
So it was that little Bertha, attended by the three sisters, walked peacefully and happily through life.
The ways of God’s providence, so dark and mysterious to many, became plain and clear to her; for she saw with the eye of Faith. Clouds sometimes gathered about her path; but Hope waved her wand, and they were at once dispelled. Jealousy and envy and angry thoughts disturbed her not; for her heart was filled with the heavenly spirit of Charity.
Would that we all might be blessed with Bertha’s Christmas vision!