PEHR. Oh, yes! But where shall I seek her?

LISA. [Comes out.] Here! [They embrace.]

PEHR. Now you will not leave me again?

LISA. No, Pehr, for now I believe you love me.

PEHR. What good fairy sent you across my pathway?

LISA. Do you still believe in good fairies? Mark you, when a little
baby boy is born into the world, a little baby girl is also born
somewhere; and they seek and seek until they find each other.
Sometimes they go amiss as to the right one, then it turns out
badly; sometimes they never find each other, then there is much
sorrow and affliction; but when they find each other, then there is
joy, and it is the greatest joy life holds.

PEHR. It is Paradise Found!

[Enter sexton, with staff--The old Man in the tower.]

SEXTON. The church must be closed.

LISA. See, now he drives us from Paradise!

PEHR. That he cannot do.--We carry it with us and lay it, like the
verdant isle, out in the stormy sea.