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 In frolic and fantastic visions gay, Henceforth shall grow one ceaseless working day! O God! I wandered groping,—all was dim: Thou gavest me light—and I discovered him!

[Gazing at in love and wonder.

Whence is that strength of thine, thou mighty tree That stand'st unshaken in the wind-wrecked wood, That stand'st alone, and yet canst shelter me—?

God's truth, my Svanhild;—that gives fortitude.

[''with a shy glance towards the house''].

They came like tempters, evilly inclined, Each spokesman for his half of humankind, One asking: How can true love reach its goal When riches' leaden weight subdues the soul? The other asking: How can true love speed When life's a battle to the death with Need? O horrible!—to bid the world receive That teaching as the truth, and yet to live!

How if 'twere meant for us?

For us?—What, then? Can outward fate control the wills of men?