"You know not what I am, nor what I can be, nor what I will.

Do not reject my last entreaty.
Be mine for the good of that world whose happiness you bear upon your heart.

Be mine that my conscience may be pure; that a voice divine may sound in my ears and infuse Good into the great enterprise I have undertaken prompted by my hatred to the nations, but which I swear to accomplish for their benefit if you will walk beside me.

What higher mission can you ask for love?
what nobler part can woman aspire to?
I came to Norway to meditate a grand design." "And you will sacrifice its grandeur," she said, "to an innocent girl who loves you, and who will lead you in the paths of peace." "What matters sacrifice," he cried, "if I have you?
Hear my secret.

I have gone from end to end of the North,--that great smithy from whose anvils new races have spread over the earth, like human tides appointed to refresh the wornout civilizations.