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Then I have no choice to make.

[Throws herself on his neck.]

Thanks for that, and thanks for all! Thou the weary one hast led; Over me the dank mists fall, Thou wilt watch beside my bed.

Sleep! thy day's work now is done.

Done, and now the lamp alight. I have fought out all my might, I am weary of the sun. Oh, but praising God is best! Brand, good-night!

Good-night!

Good-night Thanks for all. Now I will rest.

[Goes

[Clenches his hands against his breast.]

Soul, be patient in thy pain! Triumph in its bitter cost. All to lose was all to gain; Nought abideth but the Lost!