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(Ant. 1) Love can turn past pain to bliss, What seemed bitter now is sweet. Ah me! that happy toil is sweet. The guidance of those dear blind feet. Dear father, wrapt for aye in nether gloom, E'en in the tomb Never shalt thou lack of love repine, Her love and mine. CHORUS His fate-- ANTIGONE Is even as he planned. CHORUS How so? ANTIGONE He died, so willed he, in a foreign land. Lapped in kind earth he sleeps his long last sleep, And o'er his grave friends weep. How great our lost these streaming eyes can tell, This sorrow naught can quell. Thou hadst thy wish 'mid strangers thus to die, But I, ah me, not by. ISMENE Alas, my sister, what new fate * * * * * * * * * * * * Befalls us orphans desolate? CHORUS His end was blessed; therefore, children, stay Your sorrow. Man is born to fate a prey. ANTIGONE (Str. 2) Sister, let us back again. ISMENE Why return? |
