His grave.
Agnes.
O that word!
Brand.
Have done with tears.
Agnes.
Yes—be patient—I’ll be brave!
But my soul is bleeding still,
And the wound is raw and new—
Sapp’d is all my strength of will.
His grave.
Agnes.
O that word!
Brand.
Have done with tears.
Agnes.
Yes—be patient—I’ll be brave!
But my soul is bleeding still,
And the wound is raw and new—
Sapp’d is all my strength of will.