Made my soul melt away to one pure fount
Of living, bounding gladness!—where art thou?
My friend! my only and my blessed love!
Herbert, my soul’s companion!
Gomez, a Spanish Priest, enters.
Gom. Daughter, hail!
I bring thee tidings.
Ed. Heaven will aid my soul
Calmly to meet whate’er thy lips announce.
Gom. Nay, lift a song of thanksgiving to heaven,