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And, when some day my struggle is over,
They will spread over the coffin
The woman's white banner of honor,
That for which I sacrificed everything.
FERNANDO.
No! I cannot yet release
This beautiful dream of life,
Cannot suddenly tear
All my hope and all my future
Bloodily out of the depths of the soul;
I shall fight to the last.
(He seizes Clara's hand and leads her to the window.)
Clara, do you see the ship,
Shaking its strong wings
Impatient to fly
With its beautiful, light burden
Over the sea's warm billows,
To the shore of the new world,
To Brazil's enchanted land!
There, where the heavens waft fragrance over
Lush, erect palm trees,
Where forest solitude praises
God with its deep hymns,
Where nature still sleeps,
Lovely as a child in the cradle,
Enlivening, fresh as the evening dew,
Eternally young, the days of old.
(On his knees.)
Follow me, Clara, follow me there!
There we would find a place,
Where eternal peace breathes sweetly;
We shall search for a beautiful alcove
In the deep, dim forest,
Where the world's footsteps do not tread,
Where rumors and gossip cannot reach!
CLARA.
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