Radiant as thine, my warrior! Thou wilt live!
Look round thee! all is sunshine. Is not this
A smiling world?
Raim. Ay, gentlest love! a world
Of joyous beauty and magnificence,
Almost too fair to leave! Yet must we tame
Our ardent hearts to this! Oh, weep thou not!
There is no home for liberty, or love,
Beneath these festal skies! Be not deceived;
My way lies far beyond! I shall be soon