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Agnes.
[Raising the child aloft in her arms.]
God! The gift Thou canst require
I can lift it to thy sight!
Guide me through life's martyr-fire!
[Goes in.
Brand.
[Gazes a while before him, bursts into tears, clasps his
hands over his head, throws himself down on the
steps and cries:]
Jesus, Jesus give me light!
