[Places Signë's hand in Gudmund's.
Take her then, Gudmund, and make her your bride.
Your union is holy; God's on your side.
[Waving farewell, she goes towards the doorway on the left. Gudmund and Signë follow her, she stops them with a motion of her hand, goes out, and shuts the door behind her. At this moment the sun rises and sheds its light into the hall.
Gudmund.
Signë—my wife! See, the morning glow!
'Tis the morning of our young love. Rejoice!
Signë.
All my fairest of dreams and of memories I owe
To the strains of thy harp and the sound of thy voice.
My noble minstrel, to joy or sadness
Tune thou that harp as seems thee best;
There are chords, believe me, within my breast
To answer to thine, or of woe or of gladness.
Chorus of Men and Women.
Over earth keeps watch the eye of light,
Guardeth lovingly the good man's ways,
Sheddeth round him its consoling rays;—
Praise be to the Lord in heaven's height!
