Note 11 — The Cloister of Hellfde (continued 2)
Frances Bevan translation
Matilda the Béguine’s own words relating to the death of a friend may better describe her own—
“He laid him down upon the breast of God In measureless delight, Enfolded in the tenderness untold, The sweetness infinite.”
The account given by Matilda of Hackeborn is but an evidence of the unreal state of those who were for ever craving for some fresh revelations to supplement the Word of God; who unconsciously to themselves were walking, so far, by sight, and not by faith, and by the sight, moreover, of a disordered body.