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Agnes.
[Shudders.]
Narrow is thy Lord's way, and steep.
Brand.
That way <g>Will</g> cannot choose but keep.
Agnes.
And Mercy's is
Brand.
[Peremptorily.]
Beset with crosses.
Agnes.
[Gazes before her; then, trembling.]
Now manifest and open lies,
Abysmal as the depths of space,
That mystic Word.
Brand.
What word?
Agnes.
<g>He dies
Who sees Jehovah face to face.</g>
Brand.
[Throws his arms about her and clasps her close.]
O look not on Him! Close thine eyes!
Hide thee, O hide thee!
Agnes.
Must I?
Brand.
[Lets her go.]
No.
