And, therefore, I should rather hope than fear.
Gret. Gottfried has been my brother all my life.
I would not own another man as brother:
Nor would I have him aught but honest “brother.”
I love him dearly—dearly. Twice a day
I say a prayer for him, and he for me.
He is my brother. Every hope of his
Is hope of mine. When trouble falls on him
It falls alike on me—he is my brother.
And when he comes—as one day he will come—