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Brand.
So it is;
He was but given to be resign'd;
Our eyes one day shall look on his.
But afterwards she also died;
Their graves bloom yonder side by side.
Einar.
That's unimportant
Brand.
That likewise?
Einar.
Such things are trifles in my eyes,
How did she die, I want to know?
Brand.
With Hope that yet a Dawn shall glow,
With all her heart's rich treasure whole.
With Will that never lost control,
With thanks for all that life had lent
And life had taken away, she went.
Einar.
Trumpery figments every one.
Say what the faith she died in was.
Brand.
Unshaken.
Einar.
In what?
Brand.
In God.
