Oh! for one hour of life,
To hear that name blent with th’ exulting shout
Of victory! It will not be! A mightier power
Doth summon me away.
Ans. To purer worlds
Raise thy last thoughts in hope.
Vit. Yes! he is there,
All glorious in his beauty!—Conradin!
Death parted us, and death shall reunite!
He will not stay—it is all darkness now!