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How changed the rich, mighty Vadstene
cloister, where the first daughters of the land
were nuns, where the young nobles of the land
wore the monk’s cowl. Hither they made
pilgrimages from Italy, from Spain: from far
distant lands, in snow and cold, the pilgrim
came barefooted to the cloister door. Pious men
and women bore the corpse of St. Bridget
hither in their hands from Rome, and all the
church-bells in all the lands and towns they
passed through, tolled when they came.
We go towards the cloister – the remains
of the old ruin. We enter St. Bridget’s cell
– it still stands unchanged. It is low, small
and narrow: four diminutive frames form the
whole window, but one can look from it
out over the whole garden, and far away
over the Vettern. We see the same beautiful
landscape that the fair Saint saw as a frame
around her God, whilst she read her morning
and evening prayers. In the tile-stone of
the floor there is engraved a rosary: before
it, on her bare knees, she said a pater-noster
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