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Falk.
Tho' quenched were all the light of earth and sky,—
The thought of light is God, and cannot die.
Svanhild [withdrawing towards the background]. Farewell!
[Goes further.
Falk.
Farewell—gladly I cry again—
[Waves his hat.
Hurrah for love, God's glorious gift to men!
[The door opens. Falk withdraws to the right; the younger guests come out with merry laughter.
The Young Girls.
A lawn dance!
A Young Girl.
Dancing's life!
Another.
A garland spread
With dewy blossoms fresh on every head!
Several.
Yes, to the dance, the dance!
