Scene IV.—Interior of Count Arnheim's apartment. Count Arnhiem enters thoughtful.

Whae'er the scenes the present hour calls forth before the sight

They lose their splendour when compared with scenes of past delight.

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hopes will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring.
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But memory is the only friend
That grief can call its own

The mind will in its worst despair,
Still ponder o'er the past :
On moments of delight that were
Too beautiful to last.
To long departed years extend,
Its visions with them flown,
For memory is the only friend
That grief can call its own.

[Captain of the Guard enters.