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The depth, th' intenseness, and the agony, Of my suppress'd affection?—I have learn'd All his high worth in time—to deck his grave! Is there not power in the strong spirit's woe To force an answer from the viewless world Of the departed?—Raimond!—Speak! forgive! Raimond! my victor, my deliverer, hear! Why, what a world is this!—Truth ever bursts On the dark soul too late: And glory crowns Th' unconscious dead! And an hour comes to break The mightiest hearts!—My son! my son! is this A day of triumph?—Ay, for thee alone! (He throws himself upon the body of Raimond.

[Curtain falls.