Que j’échangerais volontiers
Cet or dont la fortune avec dédain m’inonde
Pour une heure du temps où je n’avais au monde
Que ma vigne et que mon figuier!
Pour ces songes divins qui chantaient en mon âme
Et que nul or ne peut payer!”[177]
Ah! yes; no happiness is worth the happiness of loving and praising God.
Hélène waited for the month of Mary to reveal her beautiful vocation to her mother—this choice of heaven which will necessarily be at the same time the glory and the martyrdom of our hearts. None of the austerities of her future life will take by surprise the newly-chosen one; she has prepared herself for everything. It is on the 10th, four days hence, that she will speak.… Help us with your prayers, my dearest Kate!…
I am hastening off with René to Sainte Croix. A thousand loving messages.
May 9.