Part I Saw More Than a Thousand Jubilant Angels With Wings Outspread,

each distinct both in brightness and in act. I saw there, smiling at their sports and at their songs, a Beauty which was joy in the eyes of all the other saints. And if I had such wealth in speech as in imagining, I should. not dare to attempt the least of its delightfulness. Bernard, when he saw my eyes fixed and intent upon its warm glow, turned his own with such affection to it, that he made mine more ardent to gaze anew.

Where the chariot of the sun is about to rise.

The Virgin.