Artless and undisturbed by thought’s dim shades.
So will ye surely reach Life’s fountain-head,
Although unconscious of the way ye go.
(Exit.)
Capesius:
Thus are we thrown back on ourselves alone,
And have but learned that it behoveth us
To work and wait in patience for the fruit
That future days shall ripen from our work.
Johannes (speaking, as it were, from his meditation. Here and in the following scene he sits aside and takes no part in the action):