40/48 These were the old French prayers, consecrated by a century of use; and as he passed on, slowly, step by step, watching now with a backward glance the blessing of the sick that had just begun--the sign of the cross made with the light golden monstrance by the bishop who carried it--now the agonized eyes of expectation that waited for their turn, he too began to hear, and to take up with his own voice those piteous cries for help. Jesu! grant that we may see--may hear--may walk. |