She would gaze on that countenance, whose expressive beauty, even when it was mute and still, would, like the voiceless music of light playing on the forest, the mountain and the sea, transparently display to her all the workings of the Sacred Heart. She was on the point of seeing that human face which was to light up all of the vast heaven for eternity, and be to it instead of sun and moon.
-- Father Faber
With Grateful Acknowledgement for the Intercession of . . .
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