[Milan—Sunday, 15 April 1860]
Sunday 15th found ourselves in Milan. The wonder of this Cathedral, the color, the beauty, the mystery, and all this was my dream!! Is it not always so? Is not our life one glorious realisation and is not death to be the consummation of the unveiling? Does not our Faith say however we may climb, there is a higher expression, one day you too shall find it? Shall we not remember that to God all things are possible, and that man is formed in his own image and shall we forget that the man turning ever God-ward shall be chosen among the elect and stand in holy light, a prophet among men? Oh! Milan with those myriad angel hands outstretched night and day upon those spires shall they not prevail if your heart is with them.
