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Thy prayer is heard; Follow, and I will guide thee to his cell.

Edith. Oh! stormy hour of agony and joy! But I shall see him—I shall hear his voice! [They go out.

Edith. Herbert, my Herbert! is it thus we meet?

Herbert. The voice of my own Edith! Can such joy Light up this place of death? And do I feel Thy breath of love once more upon my cheek, And the soft floating of thy gleamy hair, My blessed Edith? Oh! so pale! so changed!