Myr.In my native land a God,
And in my heart a feeling like a God's,
Exalted; yet I own 'tis only mortal;430
For what I feel is humble, and yet happy—
That is, it would be happy; but—— [Myrrha pauses.
Sar.There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness: let me remove
The barrier which that hesitating accent
Proclaims to thine, and mine is sealed.