I have at heart no sympathy at all With outward acts committed by the knights; I truly serve the creed that nourished thee. But never could I make myself believe That men who guide the footsteps of the soul By such instruction toward so high a goal Walk not themselves the path that Christ hath trod. The Spirit's pupil am I, staunch and true, And I confess that it is my belief That on that day, my brother's spirit strove To speak of aims that lead the soul to peace. THOMAS: The powers of destiny have not ordained Peace for the soul, it seems, for thee and me; They take our father from us that same hour That sees him once again restored to us. CECILIA: My faculties are clouded o'er with pain When of our father thus I hear thee speak. Thy heart would draw thee to his side in love, And yet thou tremblest at the very thought Of union with him whilst he is alive. Thou followest our leader in good faith, Yet canst not hear the messages of love Which his commands so tenderly convey. A dark enigma faceth me; I see The goodness of thy heart, thy steadfast faith, And yet must shudder at the deep abyss That yawns so horribly betwixt you twain. And did not hope live on to comfort me, And tell me love is never overcome I should lack courage to endure this pain. THOMAS: Dear sister, thou hast yet to learn the power Of thought, once it hath gripped a human soul. This is no case of son opposing sire; But one thought from another turns away. Thought is the sovereign whom my soul obeys; Did I refuse her homage I should be In very truth my spirit's murderer. Curtain; Thomas and Cecilia still standing in the meadow (This closes the vision into the XIVth Century and the following is the sequel of the events described in the first five scenes.) SCENE 10 The same landscape as in Scene 5. CAPESIUS (waking from the vision which had brought his previous incarnation before his soul):