When those fruits of our sister shall be ripe
Whose blossoms we already see unfold.
(Maria appears.)
She could behold in bygone earthly lives
How closely linked Johannes was to her.
He followed after her so long ago
As in these days when she would fain oppose
The light whose humble handmaid now she is.
When soul-links prove themselves so staunchly true
As to outlast the spirit’s wanderings