. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . e thronging, Before thy blessed feet I lay; Ill wrestle with the love I cherishd. Until in death its flame hath perishd. If of my sin thou will not shrive me, Yet in this hour, oh grant thy aid! Till thy eternal peace thou give me, I vow to live and die thy maid. And on thy bounty I will call, That heavnly grace on him may fall! She remains for a long time in prayerful rap-ture; as she slowly rises she glances at Wolfram,who is a
. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . e thronging, Before thy blessed feet I lay; Ill wrestle with the love I cherishd. Until in death its flame hath perishd. If of my sin thou will not shrive me, Yet in this hour, oh grant thy aid! Till thy eternal peace thou give me, I vow to live and die thy maid. And on thy bounty I will call, That heavnly grace on him may fall! She remains for a long time in prayerful rap-ture; as she slowly rises she glances at Wolfram,who is approaching. She bids him by gesture notto speak to her, but he asks that he may escorther. Elizabeth again expresses to him by gesturethat she thanks him from her heart for his faith-ful love; her way, however, leads to Heaven,where she has a high purpose to fulfill; shewishes him not to accompany or follow her slowly ascends the height and disappearsgradually from view. Wolfram gazes sadly after her for a long time,then seats himself at the foot of the hill, begins toplay upon his harp, and finally sings the noble andbeautiful ode to the evening
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