Capitolo 35
"Yes, yes, in Your good duration, Agnes!" repeated the dying girl, as
although scolding himself/herself/itself for his/her impatience to have gone; "the spirit is
wanting, but the meat is weak."
"You pray, sweet Agnes, prays to Him for strength to hold her/it everybody,
unfearful, while passing through the Dark Valley."
"Give me, Or, my Paradisiacal Father gives me strength in this time of mine of
tribulation and suffering? Not the my wish, but Thine is made!"
Certainly the "Angels never the bright and equitable one" hole away these mean-whispered
Sky words as I incense sweet.
For a little Agnes seemed you/they were wandering, or she was perhaps dreaming;
for his/her eyes they were closed as if in sleep and a smile as her
smiles, it fluttered on his/her pale face as her it stretched out her/it
arm to embrace of the one, and it exclaimed:
"Come, mother dear, a kiss! I am going in bed. Kiss me good-night
dear of mother."
Sweet girl, young noble soul! You was going in bed indeed, but it was
in the dust of the valley.
Sister Mary bent down and affectionately kissed her/it. His/her warm torn wounds that fall on
the cold face roused Agnes, and she opened the eyes. Offering everybody
around her Or such goodbye! such goodbye up to the eternity, her
peacefully crossed his/her hand on his/her breast and it murmured:
"Rock of Age, fissure for me,
Allow me to hide himself/herself/themselves in Thee."
The words were not left the lips first she was in the presence of God, a
pure seraph, beautiful of light.
ANGEL AGNES, GOODBYE!
Sister Mary, during the relationships very short she had had with Agnes
Arnold, he was in love of the dessert, the good girl and when her
dead she cried her/it on as a sister older you/he/she would have done.
You were particular to see that the last wishes of Agnes, in respect to
his/her being buried in a separate grave close to young Harkness, was
performed to the letter. Any rescue of mourner she was to the funeral,
for there iller people they were that well one to frequent to them. And