[Raising the child aloft in her arms.]
God! The gift Thou canst require
I can lift it to thy sight!
Guide me through life’s martyr-fire!
[Goes in.
Brand.
[Gazes a while before him, bursts into tears, clasps his hands over his head, throws himself down on the steps and cries:]
Jesus, Jesus give me light!
ACT FOURTH.
Christmas Eve in the Manse. The room is dark. Garden-door in the background; a window on one side, a door on the other. Agnes, in mourning, stands at the window and gazes out into the darkness.