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Beautiful are His most pure eyes, sparkling with Light. It is
not like the light of the sun, that if one wants to look at it, it

hurts our sight no; in Jesus, while it is Light, one can very
well fix one’s gaze on it, and by just looking at the interior
of His pupil, of a dark sky-blue O! how many things they
would tell me. The Beauty of His eyes is such, that one alone

of His gazes is enough to make me go outside of myself, and
make me run after Him, by ways and by mountains, through

the earth and through the heavens. One single Glance is
enough to transform me into Himself, and make me feel a
certain something Divine descend into me.

Who can tell, then, the Beauty of His adorable Face? His
white complexion looks like snow tinted with a colour of roses,
the most beautiful ones. In His rosy cheeks one discovers

the Greatness of His Person, with a most Majestic look, fully
Divine, which strikes fear and reverence, and at the same
time it communicates such intimacy that, as for myself, I have
never found anyone who would give me the least shadow of

intimacy that my dear Jesus gives neither my parents, nor
the confessors, nor my sisters. Ah! yes, that Holy Face, while
It is so Majestic, It is also so Lovable, and that Loveliness

attracts one so much, that the soul does not have the slightest
doubt of being welcomed by Jesus, as ugly and sinful as she
may see herself. Beautiful also is His nose, which descends
to a very fine point, proportioned to His most Sacred Face.

Gracious is His mouth little, but extremely Beautiful, and

His finest lips of a scarlet colour; while He speaks, He contains
such Graciousness that it is impossible to describe it. Sweet

is the Voice of my Jesus, it is Gentle, it is Harmonious; while
He speaks, such a Fragrance comes out of His mouth, that
it seems that nothing like it can be found on earth. It is so

penetrating as to penetrate everywhere; one feels it descend
from the hearing to the heart, and O! how many effects it
produces. But who can say everything? Then, it is so Pleasant,

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