O my good mistress! She knew that a mighty king was coming, and
she was held of a great hope that God would choose her for the blessed
mother. And, still loving the priest, she kept herself pure in thought
and deed. Every day they saw each other, but stayed apart, and their
love grew holier the more it was put down. And oh, it was a wonder!
for it filled their hearts with kindness and sent their feet upon
errands of mercy. And many years passed, and one day they sat together.
"'My beloved, you are grown old and feeble, and so am I,' said she, 'We
have pitied every child of sorrow but ourselves.' And they rose and
put their arms about each other and went into the dark valley of death,
heart to heart, that very day, and were seen no more of men. And they
in the hills of Galilee, where the lovers dwelt, made much account of
them, for while she had not borne the great king, still was she long
remembered as the blessed mother of holy love. Now, maidens, with
youth and love and beauty strong upon them, gave all for the great
hope.
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