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[Tender and alluring.]  Dreamer, thine is not His spirit, Nought to Him thy gifts are worth; Heaven thou never shalt inherit, Earth-born creature, live for Earth! [Breaks into soft weeping.]  Alf and Agnes, come unto me! Lone I sit upon this peak! Keen the north wind pierces through me, Phantoms seize me, chill ones, meek! ''He looks up; a glimmering space opens and clears in the mist; the of a  stands in it, brightly clad, with a cloak over its shoulders. It is .''

[Smiles, and spreads its arms towards him.]

See, again, Brand, I have found thee!

[Starting up in bewilderment.]

Agnes! Agnes! What is this?

Dearest, it is thy release From the fever'd dreams that bound thee!

Agnes! Agnes!

[He is hurrying towards her.