Why should I cling to misery, and grope
My long, long way from pain to pain, alone?
RUAHMAH: [At his feet.]
Nay, not alone, dear lord, for I am here;
And I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee!
NAAMAN:
What voice is that? The silence of my tomb
Is broken by a ray of music,--whose?
RUAHMAH: [Rising.]
The one who loves thee best in all the world.