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 which he strove-" in one grand Bell, to weld the silver music of thy voice with the warm gold of a Sun- holiday. It should have been a master work I failed, then wept I tears of blood." Heinrich returns to his faithful wife Magda, his children, and his village friends - to die. The bell that sank into the mere was not made for the heights -it was not fit to wake the answering echoes of the peaks!

Heinrich.

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'Twas for the valley - not the mountain-top! I choose to die. The service of the valleys Charms me no longer. . . . since on the peak I stood. Youth - a new youth - I'd need, if I should live: Out of some rare and magic mountain flower Marvelous juices I should need to press — Heart-health, and strength, and the mad lust of triumph, Steeling my hand to work none yet have dreamed of!

Rautendelein, the symbol of youth and freedom, the vision of new strength and expression, wakes Heinrich from his troubled sleep, kisses him back to life, and inspires him with faith and courage to work toward greater heights.

Heinrich leaves his wife, his hearth, his native place, and rises to the summit of his ideal, there to create, to fashion a marvel bell whose iron throat shall send forth