Chapter 16
There stood beside the road a shrine in whose quaint, vaulted shadow smiled with eyes of tenderness divine, the Blessed Virgin and her child, and I, who wandered all alone along a rough and weary way, felt that a great desire had grown within my heart to kneel and pray, yet lo, my voice had lost the power to utter words so deep and sweet, and so I breathed a flower and left it at the Virgin's feet.
