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I was telling her that the most beautiful angels, all robed in
white, would bear her soul to Heaven: "Fancies like those," she
answered, "do not help me, and my soul can only feed upon truth.
God and His Angels are pure spirits. No human eye can see them as
they really are. That is why I have never asked extraordinary
favours. I prefer to await the Eternal Vision."

"To console me at your death I have asked God to send me a
beautiful dream."--"That is a thing I would never do . . . ask for
consolations. Since you wish to resemble me, you know what are my
ideas on this:

'Fear not, O Lord, that I shall waken Thee: I shall await in peace
the Heavenly Shore.'

"It is so sweet to serve God in the dark night and in the midst of
trial. After all, we have but this life in which to live by faith."

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"I am happy at the thought of going to Heaven, but when I reflect
on these words of Our Lord: 'I come quickly, and My reward is with
Me, to render to every man according to his works,'[25] I think
that He will find my case a puzzle: I have no works. . . . Well,
He will render unto me _according to His own works!"_

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