Spring was beginning to brighten over the hills of Nazareth, in Galilee. Mary watched the dandelions, listened to the birds, dreamed of the bridalhood soon to crown her betrothal to the boy Joseph. But one night a voice clove through her dreams like a sword edged with moonlight : "Hail, thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women!"
Mary awoke, and rising from her white pallet fell to her knees, frightened, for a figure of blinding light stood above her.
But the Angel spoke comfortingly:
"Fear not, Mary,...