Thanks for all. Now I will rest.
[Goes.
Brand.
[Clenches his hands against his breast.]
Soul, be patient in thy pain!
Triumph in its bitter cost.
All to lose was all to gain;
Nought abideth but the Lost!
ACT FIFTH.
A year and a half later. The new Church stands complete, and adorned for consecration. The river runs close beside it. A misty morning, early.