ABSTRACT
Elvira’s piety was not limited to the outpourings of love and tears; it was so strong and deep that she stood firm and unmoved in the midst of trials and aridity, the ardour of sweetness was sustained by the wood of sacrifice. Elvira desired to attain sanctity no matter at what cost to herself, having once put her hand to the plough hers was not a nature to look back, she knew the road she must tread was strewn with thorns, and she trod that way smiling, heedless of the pain. She knew she could not reach the summit of the holy mount without suffering and fatigue.
