EPILOGUE
Not all here yet—
But they must come
To this sunshine—
To these mountains—
To these birds and trees—
To the music—
To the Land of Health,
The Land of Happiness—
They may be gay there—
Sometimes—
Sometimes—
But that is a fool's Paradise—
My old Kingdom—
And I must lead them up
To this new land
Of hope and joy.
(CURTAIN FALLS)