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 BETROTHAL

your hands? What mean they, dear? I, unworthy,—dare I claim you? Then, against the world, I hold you: Mine—forever mine!

Men have waked from dreams of joy: Teach me to believe this rapture! Lift your eyes! O my beloved, Let me read your heart!

Is it true? Ah, me! those eyes! How divinely kind!—how tender! 13