Mary, do you wonder that I clasped the hand outstretched to save me, and besought him to lead me to the outraged and insulted God?
My eyes were opened, and looking down the long, dark vista of the past.

I saw how, worshiping a creature, I built a great barrier between myself and heaven.

I saw my danger, and resolved, ere it was too late, to dedicate the remainder of my life to him who gave it.

The door of the church was opened, and Father Mazzolin pointed out the way by which I might be saved.

The paths seem flowery, and he tells me the ways are those of pleasantness and peace, and I have resolved to try them.