That was the power
  Of faith; And ye must also learn the curse
  Of unbelief.  Saint Peter, who has charge
  Of sword and keys of our most holy church,
  Loved and instructed in the faith a youth,
  And brought him up.  One day upon a rock
  The youth was standing, and the stormy sea
  Around him surged in fury.  Then he thought
  Of how his Lord and Master left the ship,
  And trustingly obeyed the slightest sign
  The Saviour gave, and walked upon the deep
  That tossed and threatened him with certain death. 
  A dizziness came o’er him at the thought
  Of such a trial, for the wonder seemed
  Beyond the bounds of reason, then he caught
  A corner of the rock and clung to it,
  Crying aloud:  All, all, yet spare me this! 
  Then breathed the Lord, and suddenly the stone
  Began to melt away.  He sank and sank,
  And lost all hope, until for very fear
  He sprang from off the rock into the flood. 
  The breath of the Eternal stilled the sea,
  And made it solid and it bore him up,
  As kindly earth bears up both ye and me. 
  Repentantly he said:  Thy will be done!

  UTE.

  In all eternity!

  KRIEMHILD.

  My Father, pray
  That He who changes water and firm rock,
  Will shield my Siegfried.  For each sep’rate year
  Of happy life vouchsafed me by his side
  An altar will I build unto a saint.

    [Exit KRIEMHILD.]

  CHAPLAIN.

  The miracle astounds thee.  Let me tell
  The tale of how I won my friar’s cowl. 
  The Angles are my kin, a heathen folk,
  And as a heathen was I born and reared,
  And turbulent I was; at fifteen years
  The sword was girded on me.  Then appeared
  The Lord’s first messenger among my tribe. 
  They scorned him and despised him, and at last
  They slew him.  Queen, I stood and saw it all,
  And, driven by the others, gave to him
  With this right hand I nevermore shall use,
  Although the arm’s not helpless as you think,
  The final blow.  But then I heard him pray. 
  He prayed for me, and his pure soul expired
  With the Amen.  The heart within my breast
  Was changed from that time forth.  I threw my sword
  Upon the ground, and put his garment on
  And went to preach the Gospel of the Cross.

  UTE.

  Here comes my son!  Oh, couldst thou bring again
  To this distracted land the peace we’ve lost
  So utterly!

    [Exeunt.]

  SCENE IX

  Enter GUNTHER with HAGEN and the others.

  GUNTHER.

  It is as I have said,
  She reckons on the deed as we believe
  That autumn brings us apples.  The old nurse
  Has tried to rouse her, and has quietly
  Bestrewn her chamber all with grains of wheat;
  They lie there undisturbed.