Begone and leave me, I entreat!
Welcome sweet twilight, calm and blest, That in this hallow'd precinct reigns!
Fond yearning love, inspire my breast, Feeding on hope's sweet dew thy
blissful pains! What stillness here environs me! Content and order brood
around. What fulness in this poverty! In this small cell what bliss profound!
(He throws himself on the leather arm - chair beside the bed)
Receive me thou, who hast in thine embrace, Welcom'd in joy and grief the
ages flown! How oft the children of a by - gone race Have cluster'd round this