27 March 1867
Morning - The glory of God at the peak of the mountain
The shadows in glory
It was one of the beautiful spring mornings. And at day break the sweet voice of my Beloved awakened me:
- Come with me; let us go to the peak of this mountain.
I followed her and went up very slowly, because my legs were very weak. I doubted myself, and the doubts about the truth of my relations with the object of my love were tormenting me; my own misery overwhelmed me.
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