And he whispered again.
“This fire has cleansed me. O Christ, take me to Thy bosom, white and spotless as the driven snow.”
That was his last thought. There came another crash, a rending pang, and peace.
And he whispered again.
“This fire has cleansed me. O Christ, take me to Thy bosom, white and spotless as the driven snow.”
That was his last thought. There came another crash, a rending pang, and peace.