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—My son!—He lives, he lives!—His voice shall speak Forgiveness to his sire!—His name shall cast Its brightness o'er my soul!

Oh, day of joy! The brother of my heart is worthy still The lofty name he bears.

Anselmo, welcome! In a glad hour we meet, for know, my son Is guiltless.

And victorious! by his arm All hath been rescued.

How! th' unknown—

Was he! Thy noble Raimond! By Vittoria's hand Freed from his bondage in that awful hour When all was flight and terror.

Now my cup Of joy too brightly mantles!—Let me press My warrior to a father's heart—and die; For life hath nought beyond!—Why comes he not? Anselmo, lead me to my valiant boy!

Temper this proud delight.

What means that look He hath not fallen?

He lives.

Away, away!