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Tho' quenched were all the light of earth and sky,— The thought of light is God, and cannot die.

[withdrawing towards the background]. Farewell! [Goes further.

Farewell—gladly I cry again—

[Waves his hat.

Hurrah for love, God's glorious gift to men!

[The door opens. withdraws to the right; the younger guests come out with merry laughter.

A lawn dance!

Dancing's life!

A garland spread With dewy blossoms fresh on every head!

Yes, to the dance, the dance!