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 breathed into the Heinrichs since Time was born — Liberty, redeemer of man.

Heinrich. I am thy Balder? Make me believe it-make me know it, child! Give my faint soul the rapturous joy it needs, To nerve it to its task. For, as the hand, Toiling with tong and hammer, on and on, To hew the marble and to guide the chisel, Now bungles here, now there, yet may not halt . . . . But - enough of this, Still straight and steady doth the smoke ascend From my poor human sacrifice to heaven. Should now a Hand on high reject my gift, Why, it may do so. Then the priestly robe Falls from my shoulder-by no act of mine; While I, who erst upon the heights was set, Must look my last on Horeb, and be dumb! But now bring torches! Lights! And show thine Art! Enchantress! Fill the wine-cup! We will drink! Aye, like the common herd of mortal men, With resolute hands our fleeting joy we'll grip! Our unsought leisure we will fill with life, Not waste it, as the herd, in indolence. We will have music!

While Heinrich and Rautendelein are in the ecstasy of their love and work, the spirits weave their treacherous web - they threaten, they plead, they cling,- spirits whose pain and