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I scarce can say.

You may doubtless read it in many a way; But its truest meaning, methinks, is clear: The church can never sever two that hold each other dear.

Ye saints, if she should—? Lest worse befall, 'Tis time indeed I told her all!

Do you wish for my happiness—Margit, tell!

Wish for it! I!

Then, wot you well, The joy of my life now rests with you—

Gudmund!

Listen! 'tis time you knew—