Bless’d as they look’d upon! Speak yet again—
Say, will they part us?
D’Aubigné. No, my Blanche; in death,
We shall not be divided.
Blanche. Thanks to God!
He, by thy glance, will aid me—I shall see
His light before me to the last. And when—
Oh, pardon these weak shrinkings of thy child!—
When shall the hour befall?
D’Aubigné. Oh! swiftly now,