Of glorious visions hath sent forth a voice
To call me hence. Oh, be thou not deceived!
Bind to thy heart no earthly hope, Teresa!
I must, must leave thee! Yet be strong, my love!
As thou hast still been gentle.
Teresa. O Eugene!
What will this dim world be to me, Eugene!
When wanting thy bright soul, the life of all—
My only sunshine? How can I bear on?
How can we part?—we that have loved so well,