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Einar.
By that name I'm known.
Brand.
I was just thirsting for a breast
That was not made of wood or stone!
Come, to my heart of hearts be press'd!
Einar.
My haven's found, I am at rest.
Brand.
You bear a grudge for the event
Of our last meeting
Einar.
In no wise;
I blame you not. You were but sent
To be the passive instrument
Wherewith God oped my erring eyes.
Brand
[starts back.]
What tongue is this?
Einar.
The tongue of peace—
The tongue they learn, who, timely torn
From Sleep of Sin, awake new-born.
Brand.
Marvellous! I had heard of this,—
That you in quite another way
Were walking
