Did I not tell thee we should meet in joy?
Well, Brother, hast thou done thy part, ... I too
Have not been wanting! Now be His the praise,
From whom the impulse came!
That startling call,
That voice so well remember’d, touch’d the Goth
With timely impulse now; for he had seen
His Mother’s face, ... and at her sight, the past
And present mingled like a frightful dream,
Which from some dread reality derives