Where human judgment never may intrude.
We'll leave him to the One who reads the heart,
And knows its wants, and woes, and weaknesses.
Lord, keep us from temptation!—this should be
The daily prayer of all—with thankfulness
For daily blessings given—and here come mine.
Enter Godfrey, followed by Young Bolton and Isabelle.
Godfrey (to the Judge).
We bring you the lost pleiad of your heart.
Henry Bolton.
My father, Isabelle.
Judge.
And yours, my daughter!
(Embracing her.)
Come to my arms, my long-lamented child;
I welcome thee as one restored from death.
This house and all I've called mine own are yours,
And now shall be restored.
Isabelle.