Henceforth shall grow one ceaseless working day!
O God! I wandered groping,—all was dim:
Thou gavest me light—and I discovered him!
[Gazing at Falk in love and wonder.
Whence is that strength of thine, thou mighty tree
That stand’st unshaken in the wind-wrecked wood,
That stand’st alone, and yet canst shelter me—?
Falk.
God’s truth, my Svanhild;—that gives fortitude.
Svanhild [with a shy glance towards the house].