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Brand.
Then I have no choice to make.
Agnes.
[Throws herself on his neck.]
Thanks for that, and thanks for all!
Thou the weary one hast led;
Over me the dank mists fall,
Thou wilt watch beside my bed.
Brand.
Sleep! thy day's work now is done.
Agnes.
Done, and now the lamp alight.
I have fought out all my might,
I am weary of the sun.
Oh, but praising God is best!
Brand, good-night!
Brand.
Good-night!
Agnes.
Good-night
Thanks for all. Now I will rest.
[Goes
Brand.
[Clenches his hands against his breast.]
Soul, be patient in thy pain!
Triumph in its bitter cost.
All to lose was all to gain;
Nought abideth but the Lost!
