And still Eternity remains to thee!
He loves thee—Florian loves thee well! Oh, Death,
Are there no hoary men and aged women
Weeping for thee to come and comfort them?
Oh, Death—oh, Death—leave me this little flower!
Take thou the fruit, but pass the blossom by!
Vav. (very feebly). Weep not: the bitterness of death is past.
Kiss me, my sister. Florian, think of me—
I loved thee very much! Be good to her.
Dear sister, place my hand upon my dial.