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Why;—that is Gerd; The herdsman's worthy of the herd.

[Facetiously.]  When he has still'd his losing whim, This is the epitaph for him: "Here lieth Brand; his tale's a sad one; One soul he saved,—and that a mad one!" [With his finger to his nose.]  But, on reflection, I have some Misgivings that the folk's decree A little lack'd humanity. [Shrugging his shoulders.]  Vox populi vox Dei. Come! [They go  ''High up among the mountains. A storm is rising and chasing the clouds heavily over the snow-slopes; black peaks and summits appear here and there, and are veiled again by the mist.''

 comes, bleeding and broken, up the mountain.

[Stops and looks backward.]

From the vale they follow'd thronging, Never one has reached the height. Through all bosoms thrill'd the longing For a greater Day's dawn-light;