Which seemed as if they rather came from Heaven
Than mounted there—the bursting organ's peal
Rolling on high like an harmonious thunder;
The white robes and the lifted eyes; the world
At peace! and all at peace with one another!
Oh, my sweet mother![Embracing Josephine.
Jos.My belovéd child!
For such, I trust, thou shalt be shortly.
Ida.Oh!
I am so already. Feel how my heart beats!