THE EVERGREEN TREE
FIRST ACTION
(“Who Keepeth Watch?”)
STAGE A: THE PLACE OF OUTCASTS
It is night.
In a dark place of the wilderness, a tree is growing.
Before it is an open space on a knoll, from which—left and right—a path leads down away into the desert.
At one side, in shadow, sit ELF and GNOME.
At centre, in starlight, stands TREE, half emerged from dim boughs.
First Chorus: A,1. Chorus of the Wilderness
CHORUS
Who keepeth watch in the lone wilderness
For the coming of a sign?
Who sendeth her roots down into the dark places
Seeking the springs of life,
And is restored:
And lifteth up her boughs in prayer of quiet,
And lo, they are filled with starlight?
The Tree: the Tree keepeth watch for the coming of a sign.
Who waiteth very patiently in the night desert
For dawn of a new morrow?
And the wild beasts draw near unto her: they are tired
But none is afraid,
For her lap is like to a mother’s, where little children
Play till they weary and sleep:
There dryads bring her their dreams,
And the fairy folk are at home.—
Who liveth very old, alive with young green,
And waketh her heart with song for the coming of light?
The Tree: the Tree:
The Tree keepeth watch in her heart for the coming of light.
(A long wailing cry resounds from the dark.)
THE VOICE
Hi-ih!
ELF
What’s that?
GNOME
That is Wolf.
He’s coming from the desert. He is lonely.
ELF
GNOME
Tree is here.
All the creatures come to Tree, when they are lonely.
ELF
Even Tree seems lonely to-night,
With eyes that look far away.—
Tree, what are you watching for?
TREE
A star.
ELF
But the sky is filled with starlight.
TREE
I am watching for a new star.
I have been waiting for it a long while.
I think I shall see it again soon.
GNOME
Again?—Have you seen it before?
TREE
Yes: once:
One night, not long ago,
I saw it rising in the east, across the desert.
It made a path of wonderful shining.
Then it stood still in the sky—far over yonder!—
And seemed I heard shepherds singing.
(Wolf enters.)
WOLF
Hi-ih! It’s a cold night.
I want to come out of the wind.
GNOME
Ask Tree.
WOLF
High-o! Green-and-alive!
Can a fellow come out of the wind, here?
TREE
Welcome, Wolf.
WOLF
And what may you three be talking about?
ELF
A star.
GNOME
A new star in the east.
(Noises of puffing and growling are heard.)
THE NOISES
Ooff!—Ah-yarrr!
ELF
GNOME
That’s Bear and Lion coming.
They’re tired and sleepy.
(Bear and Lion enter.
Bear carries a bee-hive; Lion, a large bone.)
BEAR
Ooff! Ooff! Where’s a hollow to sleep in?
GNOME
Ask Tree.
TREE
Welcome, Bear! Break a bough for your pillow.
WOLF
(Edging away)
Hi! Not my tail!
LION
Ah-yarrr! I’m tired of killing.
Where can I bury my bone?
GNOME
Ask Tree!
TREE
Welcome, Lion. Lay your head on my roots and rest.
LION
Yarrr! It’s a night of cold.
You kill nothing, Bear: how do you keep so fat?
WOLF
His belly is full of wild honey.—
Here! he’s soft and round:
Keep him in the middle.
BEAR
Three are warmer than one. Go to sleep.
(Wolf and Lion lean against Bear.
Slowly all fall into slumber and low snoring.)
THE THREE
(Murmuring together)
Hi-yo!—Ooff! Ooff!—Ah-yarrr!
ELF
And why do you wish the star to come, Tree?
TREE
Because of my dream.
GNOME
TREE
Because I have dreamed a new star will come in the night;
And will gather all the old stars out of the heaven
To sparkle upon my branches.
And there they shall sing all together.
And in the midst of them the new star
Shall laugh aloud,
Shall laugh like a young child,
And my boughs shall be as sheltering arms to make him a home.
And there we shall dwell no more, dreadful in the desert,
Where wild beasts kill one another, and weary of killing;
And there shall be no more lonely things;
But there shall be carolling of stars and a young child’s laughter;
And I shall be the angel in his home.
ELF
The wild beasts are fast asleep.
GNOME
Nothing is stirring in the world.
ELF
Yes: look! I think I see—
GNOME
ELF
Don’t you see—there! through the dark:
It is moving towards us.
GNOME
I think I hear some one singing.
ELF
It is drawing nearer.
TREE
O my dear dream!
ELF AND GNOME
Is it the new star?
TREE
Yes; but it has fallen down out of the heaven.
It has made itself very small and lowly.
It has made itself into a little lantern,
To light the feet of them who wander in the wilderness.
ELF
See!
GNOME
Hark.
SECOND ACTION
(The Lantern in the Desert)
AISLE I: A PATHWAY INTO THE WILDERNESS
Moving toward the Tree, a Procession enters singing.
First comes JOSEPH in white. He holds high a tall staff, from which a swinging lantern shines. Behind him comes, in pale blue, MARY, attended by Shepherds in white. These carry lighted candles and long crooks, and they are ranged about a Manger, borne in their midst.
Carol 1. Joseph’s Carol
JOSEPH
As Joseph I was walking,
I heard an angel sing:
JOSEPH AND SHEPHERDS
“This night shall be the birthnight
Of Christ our heavenly King.
His birth-bed shall be neither
In housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of paradise,
He neither shall be rockèd
In silver nor in gold,
But in the wooden manger
That lieth on the mould.
He neither shall be clothèd
In purple nor in pall,
But in the fair white linen
That usen babies all.”
JOSEPH
As Joseph I was walking
Thus did the angel sing;
JOSEPH AND SHEPHERDS
And Mary’s Son at midnight
Was born to be our King.
THIRD ACTION
(“Somebody Is Coming!”)
STAGE A
Tree and the Fairies have watched and listened eagerly.
TREE
(To Elf and Gnome)
Look, look! The light is coming here.
Rouse up the wild beasts,
And let us make a welcome for these wanderers.
Carol 2. Fairy Round
TREE, ELF, GNOME
(Sing in a round)
Wolf, Bear, Lion!
Wolf, Bear, Lion!
Are you awake?
Are you awake?
Somebody is coming!
LION
(Waking and rubbing his eyes, joins in the round)
Who can it be?
Who can it be?
BEAR
(Rolling to his feet with an “Ooff!” imitates Lion)
Let’s go and see!
Let’s go and see!
WOLF, BEAR AND LION
(Scrambling down the path)
Hi-ih! Ooff! Yarrr!
TREE
Peace, wild folk! Make a welcome for these new comers.
LION
(Grinning savagely)
Welcome, they are! My mouth waters for them.
WOLF
(To Lion)
Hi! Let me pass.
I’ll pick a bone with you—after the meat’s gone.
BEAR
You talk loud, but you keep your tail between your legs.
WOLF
That’s more than you can do—with yours!
LION
Now for a new kill!
FOURTH ACTION
(The Light-Child)
APPROACHING-SPACE and STEPS A; Then, STAGE A
Approaching along the path, JOSEPH and his Group pause, confronted by the BEASTS.
JOSEPH
God save you, Sir Lion!
LION
Save yourself, Sir Man—if you can.
WOLF
Look sharp: there’s more there behind.
BEAR
They carry a trough there. What’s in it?
SHEPHERD
Keep off!—Aim your blows, fellows: strike!
(The Shepherds, with their crooks, drive back the Beasts. Joseph intervenes.)
JOSEPH
Stay, good Shepherds! Put away your crooks.
Fear nothing, Mary.
These wild folk crave our leave to behold the Child
And do Him homage.
LION
Man-child!—Yarrr!
JOSEPH
(Pausing before the Evergreen Tree)
Pray you set down the manger. Now, Sir Beasts,
And you, Elf Folk, will it please you draw near and look in?
(On either side the Shepherds draw back, revealing at centre the Manger, out from which a wonderful glow shines upward, touching the faces of the Shepherds and hushing the Beasts with awe.)
TREE
The light! The light!
Second Chorus: A,2. Light of the World
CHORUS
Where sleepeth till dawn-break the light of the new morrow?
Alleluia!
Lo, as a babe, it sleepeth in a little manger:
Light of the World! Alleluia!
The dark is his cradle;
The beasts come about him;
The stars in their watches
Home hath he none;
The desert receives him—
The place of outcasts
And lonely things.
No sound is heard there
Save shepherds singing;
The lords of earth
Avert their faces;
Dark—dark is his cradle.
Yet surely will dawn break with light of his new morrow:
Alleluia!
Yea, for the babe that sleepeth in a little manger
Is Light of the World: Alleluia!
(The Fairies and Beasts peer in the Manger with awed delight. Murmuring aloud, they speak to Joseph.)
ELF
May we not dance for him?
GNOME
And make gambols?
LION
May I give him my bone? ’Twill make him a rare toy!
BEAR
Ooff!—If he lie in my lap, my fur will warm him.
WOLF
Look-ee! If I wag my tail for him, he will laugh.
JOSEPH
Hush! He is asleep. Please do not wake Him.
(The Beasts draw back. Kneeling down with Elf and Gnome, all Five sing together.)
Carol 3. Luck Song
THE BEASTS AND FAIRIES
While this Light-Child sleeping lies,
Word or murmur never wake him!
But when he shall open his eyes,
Mirth and antics we will make him.
Amen!
JOSEPH
Thank you, friends, for your courtesies;
But now the night grows old, and we are weary of wandering.
Out of the land of Herod we are fled, and go into Egypt.
Mary and Joseph are we, and Jesus, the little Child,
Whom these good Shepherds bear with us in his birth-cradle.
Now we must needs find shelter for the babe to rest.
TREE
Now welcome, Mary and Joseph, and Jesus, the little Child!
Rest you, I pray, with these Shepherds, under my boughs.
JOSEPH
Gentle Tree, you say kindly.
SHEPHERD
(To Mary, with gladness)
Here Herod can never harm Him, Lady dear.
TREE
Who is Herod, that he would harm a little child?
JOSEPH
Herod is lord of the world—there, in the land we have fled from.
Mighty is he, yet afraid: for out of the east
Three Wise Men followed a star to this poor manger,
Telling Herod a little child should inherit his kingdom.
Mighty is Herod, yet trembles now on his throne,
And wishes this Little One death.
SHEPHERD
But shall never find Him!
JOSEPH
Nay, for none in Herod’s kingdom knows
Where Child and Mother and Manger and guiding Star
Are vanished away. Only you, dear folk of the desert,
Share now our secret.
TREE
And shall ward it full well.
So enter into my shelter, with your good Shepherds,
Joseph and Mary and Manger-Child—and rest.
(Tree and Mary pass behind within shadow. As the Shepherds with the Manger follow, a sweet, lulling VOICE sings from within.)
Carol 4. The Tree-Child’s Lullaby
THE VOICE
Babe of my love,
Lull thee to rest!
Bird of my heart,
Night is thy nest.
Evergreen bough,
Shadow my babe!
Shelter my bird,
Evergreen bough!
Star of my dreams,
Soon thou wilt shine:
Dream of the stars,
Splendor be thine!
Evergreen bough,
Shine with my Star!
Shelter his dreams,
Evergreen bough!
(Joseph, pausing a moment before he follows, speaks to his lantern.)
JOSEPH
Now lantern, that dost hide His holy light,
Show forth on high thy little Master’s star!
(He blows out the lantern.
Instantly a shining Star appears on the top of the Tree. Staring upward with gestures of surprise, the Creatures murmur aloud.)
BEASTS, ELF AND GNOME
The star! The star!
(In wonder, while the Chorus sings, they follow after the others.)
Third Chorus: A,3. The Star
CHORUS
Where shineth in whiteness the star of the new Master?
Alleluia!
Lo, from the tree that sheltereth a child’s dreaming
Shineth His star: Alleluia!
The Light-Child
CHORUS
Where sleepeth till dawn-break the light of the new morrow?
Alleluia!
Lo, as a babe it sleepeth in a little manger:
Light of the World! Alleluia!
FIFTH ACTION
(“Sword of the World”)
STAGE B: THE PLACE OF EMPIRE
Gateway and Steps in front of HEROD’S Palace.
With spears and in armor, the CAPTAIN and the Host of Herod are assembling.
With deep, pounding reverberation, Voices of the male Chorus conflict with the far, high singing of the other Chorus, now dying away.
Fourth Chorus: B,1. The Might of Herod
CHORUS
Herod—Herod—Herod—Herod, the mighty
Lord of the world!
Hail him, hail him, hail him Herod the Master!
Bow to his will!
His power what star can confound?
Or cloud can darken his splendor,
Who bindeth his brow with the lightning
And girdeth his loins with the storm!
For he maketh the world of men
The winnowing floor of his glory:
And he weareth the mail of the Most High,
And shareth the mantle of God.—
Millions obey him,
Man is his tool.
Forth on his errands
Fly his red legions;
Domes of his dwelling
Glow in the dawn.
Fire—fire
Forgeth his empire;
Slaves—slaves
Rear his dominion;
Sowing and harvest
Bleed in his furrows;
Peace is his footstool,
War is his crown.
Herod—Herod—Herod—Herod, the mighty
Lord of the world!
(Beside the gate, the Captain of the Host strikes a deep-toned gong and calls aloud.)
CAPTAIN
(HEROD comes forth with his Followers. Clad in long robe of Tyrian purple, he wears on his head a gold helmet. In his hand, he holds a great staff, surmounted by a globe of the world.)
HEROD
Who calls so loud at my gate?
CAPTAIN
I, Captain of the Host of Herod.
HEROD
Why do you cry on my name?
CAPTAIN
For I am come at your bidding, King of Men.
Lo, we are here to do your command.
HEROD
My command I gave you, to bring unto me three Wise Men,
Kings of the East. Show them before me now.
CAPTAIN
Most High, they are not here. We have made far searching
But they are vanished away.
HEROD
Where are they gone?
CAPTAIN
HEROD
Where shines their star?
CAPTAIN
Heaven has no sign.
HEROD
Where was he found—the child they worshipped?
CAPTAIN
Lowly he lay, in a poor manger.
HEROD
Now bring him before me!
CAPTAIN
He too has departed.
HEROD
My command! My command! My command!
Have ye not slain him? Speak!
CAPTAIN
Herod, most High, how shall the vanished be slain?
No sign gives us token
Where child and mother and manger and guiding star
Are vanished away.
HEROD
Powers of my crown and throne! Am I not Herod,
Herod, the Mighty? Who shall defeat my power?
Fifth Chorus: B,2 & A,4. The Wrath of Herod.
(Close by, from the Place of Empire, deep Choral Voices reiterate HEROD’S boasts of triumph; far off, from the Place of Outcasts, they are answered in antiphony by high, sweet Choirs, affirming his defeat.)
B,2, Reiterative
CHORUS B
Herod, our lord and king! Who shall defy his command?
A,4, Antiphonal
CHORUS A
A star! A star shall confound him.
HEROD
Am I the Sword of the World, and shall a weakling disarm me?
B,2, Reiterative
CHORUS B
How shall the crook of a shepherd shatter the sword of a king?
A,4, Antiphonal
CHORUS A
A child! A child shall disarm him!
HEROD
Hath God anointed me, yea, and shall a babe disinherit?
B,2, Reiterative
CHORUS B
Lo, shall the light of a manger outshine his glory of palaces?
A,4, Antiphonal
CHORUS A
A dream! A dream shall survive him!
HEROD
Now, by my host of power! he shall not escape me—
This babe low-born, but for his sake shall all
The hosts of childhood perish. Go forth and slay them,
All newly born of women, that he among them
May not escape, and all who shall resist
My power, young men or old, brothers or fathers,
Destroy them likewise—yea, with red fire and spear
And burning sword-blade. Go! My will is God’s,
For I am Herod—Herod, lord of the world!
(Raising his sword, the Captain makes sign to the Host, who lift high their spears. As the Chorus breaks into song, they depart, marching, while Herod reënters his palace.)
Sixth Chorus: B,3. Song of the Persecuting Host
CHORUS
Go forth, ye host of power!
Lay waste, lay waste the lowly!
For Herod’s might is a blazing tower,
And Herod’s wrath is holy.
Yea, Herod’s wrath
God’s ire it hath
As he rends the weak asunder.
Go forth upon his fiery path
Go forth, ye host, in thunder!
The strong, the strong shall reign!
Unleash the hounds of pain,
And loose their cry
Where the wounded lie
And the weakling race are slain.
Go forth, ye host of power!
Destroy, destroy the dreaming!
For none may pause for a dream to flower
Where Herod’s might goes streaming.
Yea, Herod’s might
God maketh His right
When the weak of the world go under.
Go forth upon their darkling flight,
Go forth, ye host, in thunder!
Sword of the World
CHORUS B
Herod, our lord and king! Who shall defy his command?
CHORUS A
A star! A star shall confound him!
SIXTH ACTION
(The Befriending)
STAGE A
Now, from the Place of Outcasts, Choral Voices sing, while once more JOSEPH, MARY and Shepherds bearing the Manger appear, coming forth from the shelter of the Evergreen. With them TREE also appears.
Seventh Chorus: A,5. Glory and Serenity
CHORUS
Glory and serenity,
Beauty of desire,
Bless to-night this holy tree
And our candle fire.
Tree of our hearts, behold!
How the dreams of a child in your boughs unfold
And the weary of earth put off their pain
Where the Child of our love has lain.
JOSEPH
Shepherd, the morrow’s light will soon begin
To wake the desert world. Here we have lain
This night in quiet refuge; yet through sleep
I heard far off the host of Herod rage
Against this Child His kingdom. So once more
Let us go forth our way, till He is safe
Beyond the war-lord’s might.
SHEPHERD
Yea, let us go,
Yet not till we have thanked this gentle Tree.
JOSEPH
Dear Tree, you have befriended in his need
This little Child new-born. So—for His sake—
Your gracious boughs shall evermore be green,
Nor ever in winter lose their April sap,
But freshly, at this season of His birth,
They shall be fragrant of the hallowed dreams
His happy heart bequeathes you.
TREE
He was welcome,
And I will deck my boughs with infant joys
In his remembrance.
SHEPHERD
So we say—God keep you!
JOSEPH
(To Tree)
Nay, still another token
We leave with you: His star—to be henceforth
A morning star of song for other children
Who rest from Herod’s wrath. So you shall be
No more a forest sprite, but a hallow’d angel—
His shining angel with a sheathèd sword
To guard all childhood’s home. Keep here his star:
Farewell!
TREE
O fare you well, dear wanderers,
That have fulfilled with love my lonely dream!
(With lighted candles, in processional, the Shepherds with Manger, Mary and Joseph depart toward the desert. While the Chorus sings, Tree stands gazing after them.)
Eighth Chorus: A,6. Glory and Serenity
CHORUS
Glory and serenity,
Beauty of desire,
Blend the song of men set free
With their children’s choir.
Child of our hearts, behold!
How the dark is strewn with your fairy gold
And the bitter of soul lay-by their spleen
Where the Tree of our love grows green.
(Tree goes within.)
SEVENTH ACTION
(The Three Wise Men)
AISLE II: ANOTHER PATHWAY INTO THE WILDERNESS
Entering from its farther end appear, in procession, the THREE WISE MEN, and their Followers. Lighted by torches of their Attendants, this Pageant of the Kings moves onward in oriental splendor.
Each KING wears a crown of gold.
The crown of the youngest, BELSHASAR, is set on a turban. He is clean shaven, pale and recluse. The garb of him and his Group has a tone of asceticism.
The crown of the middle-aged, MELCHIOR, is placed on a helmet. He is thick-set, black-bearded and sharp-eyed. A martial glitter touches him and his Group.
The crown of the oldest, CASPAR, is set on a high-peaked hat with wide flapping brims. His beard is silver white, his face ruddy and wrinkled with laughter. His ample gown is gorgeous with red dyes and jewels. Like him in jocular splendor are his Followers.
As they approach the place of the Tree, KINGS and Followers come singing a carol, led by the KINGS.
Carol 4. Trio and Chorus: “We Three Kings of Orient Are”
BELSHASAR, MELCHIOR AND CASPAR
TRIO
We three kings of Orient are:
Wending home, we traverse afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Seeking for our lost star.
CHORUS
(Of the Three Kings and their Followers)
O Star of Wonder,
Star of Night,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Eastward leading,
Home proceeding,
Show once more Thy perfect light!
TRIO
Where the guiding glory once shone
Dark we wander onward and on,
Watching, hoping,
Dimly groping,
Seeking the light that’s gone.
CHORUS
O Star of Wonder,
Star of Night,
Star with royal beauty bright!
Eastward leading,
Home proceeding,
Show once more Thy perfect light!
The Three Wise Men
EIGHTH ACTION
(“Which, O Lord, is Wisest?”)
STAGE A
The THREE KINGS enter before the Tree, their Followers grouped on the right. As he comes, King CASPAR lifts his voice in a carol, solo, in which BELSHASAR and MELCHIOR soon join with him. Each of them, in his singing, acts out the sung carol in his bearing and movement.
Carol 5. Solo and Trio. The Bell, the Sword and the Laughter
CASPAR
Lord of life! how pleasant ways
Are thy paths of danger,
Leading down from Herod’s place
By an ox’s manger:
Lo, there lay a little child
Rosy ’neath the rafter.—
Ahaha! how glad he smiled!
Lord, how blithe his laughter!
MELCHIOR
Laughter! Nay, I heard none laugh.
CASPAR
Him, the child, where mid the chaff
He lay on the hay-mow.
Sure, Belshasar, thou didst bend
Nigh him and thou heardest.
BELSHASAR
Caspar, nay: I comprehend
Not one thing thou wordest.
CASPAR
Ohoho! Still, Lord, I hear
Music of that laughter.
MELCHIOR
Daft thou ever wert: I fear
Still thou growest dafter.
Nothing heard I, by my soul
But a sword its clanging.
BELSHASAR
Nay, a bell, I heard it toll:
On a cross ’twas hanging.
MELCHIOR
Now, am I not Melchior?
By my crown its keeping!
’Twas a sword that dangled o’er
BELSHASAR
Nay, a bell—a passing-bell:
Lonely was its ringing.
CASPAR
Ahaha! I heard full well
‘Merry Christmas!’ singing.
CASPAR, BELSHASAR AND MELCHIOR
(Sing together)
Lord, how may we wise men tell
How to clothe our starkness?
Song and sword and passing-bell
Lure us through the darkness.
Send us sign of hidden things—
Thou who naught despisest!
Lo, of us three crownèd kings,
Which, O Lord, is wisest?
VOICES OF ELF AND GNOME
(Echo in song, within)
“Which, O Lord, is wisest?”
(In songful laughter)
Óhoho! Aháha!
CASPAR
Lord, Lord, Thy sign! Harken, wise men, my brothers:
Laughter, laughter He sends us for a sign!
BELSHASAR
Nay, voices of the desert places!
MELCHIOR
Mockings of midnight!
ELF AND GNOME
(Enter, laughing lyricly)
Óhoho! Aháha!
CASPAR
Heigh! What is here? Elf!—Gnome!
BELSHASAR
Keep back! They are imps of evil.
MELCHIOR
Stay! Do not speak with them. Hush!
(Caspar pays no heed, but greets the Fairies, who return his greeting with blithe bows.)
CASPAR
Now, neighbors, God rest you merry!
ELF
GNOME
Welcome, Sir King!
MELCHIOR
(To Belshasar)
He speaks with them.
BELSHASAR
(To Melchior)
Come. He is lost!
(They draw away.)
GNOME
Where are you from—ye Kings?
CASPAR
From the East, returning home from Herod’s land.
ELF
What went you there for to do?
CASPAR
To worship a new-born Child.
GNOME
How did you find your way?
CASPAR
ELF AND GNOME
(Nodding to each other)
A star!
CASPAR
Yea, but our path now has lost it.—
Why do ye laugh there so merry?
ELF AND GNOME
(Pointing)
Look up!
CASPAR
The star! The star!
Ho, Melchior, Belshasar, look up!
His star—the star we have lost—is found:
Behold, it shines on the tree!
MELCHIOR
I see no star.
BELSHASAR
’Tis darkness all.
CASPAR
What! Can you see nothing shining yonder?
MELCHIOR
Nothing. Your eyes are bleary with night.
BELSHASAR
Nay, he’s grown old and merry and cracked.
CASPAR
Deaf to His laughter, blind to His star!
God save you, Wise Men! Let me grow old
And merry and cracked,
And talk with His wild, silly creatures.
(Enter Wolf, Bear and Lion.)
BELSHASAR
(To Melchior)
Come farther!—Wild beasts they draw near.
(They move aside into shadow.)
CASPAR
Halloa, goodman Bear! Good even!
BEAR
(Forlornly)
Ooff! Ooff! My honey hive’s empty.
LION
Look you! My bone is picked bare.
WOLF
I’ve never a bone left to pick,
And I’m losing the fur on my tail.
CASPAR
Heigh, Master Wolf, Sir Lion!
LION
The Light-Child is gone on his way.
WOLF
When a fellow can’t sing, he feels hungry.
CASPAR
Nay, neighbors, the Light-Child is with us;
He smiles from His twinkling star
Yonder, yea laughs in His light
And bids us make merry together
For joy of His shining.—Hoho!
Bring hither my music, good fellows!
Bring hither my fiddles and cakes
To make Him a feast night.
(From among Caspar’s Followers, cakes and instruments are brought before him. To Wolf, Bear and Lion he gives each a cake; to Elf and Gnome a stringed instrument.)
Here, neighbors,
Have each of you now a sweet frosting:
Here’s moon-cake and sun-cake and star-cake,
To mind us His birth-time. And you—
Here’s tune-strings to play, while we sing
To praise this good tree of His star.
(Tree enters, winged, all in white.)
ELF
Look, look! Tree now is his angel.
TREE
Welcome, dear passers in darkness!
The Light-Child is gone on His way,
But He leaves you His star, to make glad
Your path in the wilderness.—Welcome
Under His star!
CASPAR
Thank you, Tree.
His star hath made merry our hearts
To dance in His light—aye, to sing
As we enter your place of His dreams.
Come, neighbors, now blithe be our carol!
(With his sceptre for baton, Caspar leads in dance and song Wolf, Bear, Lion, Elf and Gnome, the Beasts holding their cakes, the Fairies playing their instruments. Joining in their blithe dance of devotion, the old King clutches the great flap of his crown, to keep it from joggling off.)
Carol 6. Dance-Carol of the Evergreen.
ALL
(Sing, to the strongly stressed dance-rhythm)
O Evergreen, our Evergreen!
Thy boughs are brave and bright o’ sheen,
Thy bark and wood are live and strong
And bonny with the berry.
So we will sing our even-song
And dance for thee, like king and queen.—
O Evergreen, dear Evergreen!—
O Even-song, our Even-song,
Thy notes this holy night belong
To Him who came to heal our teen
With love and starry leaven.
His childhood keepeth ever green
All hearts of creatures here that long—
O Even-song, dear Even-song—
To make our earth His heaven.
(Following Tree, they dance joyously within. Outside, Melchior, Belshasar and their Followers wait in the dimness.)
BELSHASAR
A bell! I hear a bell tolling.
MELCHIOR
A sword! The clang of a sword!
NINTH ACTION
(Outcasts)
STAGE B AND AISLE I
From the right of HEROD’S Gate sounds the tolling of bells—from the left, the clangor of swords.
During this, HEROD comes forth and stands on his dais. There, in shifting light and darkness, Helmeted Men with swords hurry to him, confer in pantomime and depart.
Then, as HEROD stands looking down from his height, there passes below him a Procession of Outcasts, which—moving from Aisle II to Aisle I—passes on along Aisle I toward the Place of the Tree. When the last of this dirgeful Pageant has gone by him, HEROD returns in darkness within the gate.
The Procession of Outcasts is accompanied by FOUR MASKED FIGURES in symbolic garb, and consists of the Followers of these, walking before and after a stretcher, borne at the middle of the Pageant. First of the Four is a Female Figure, SONG, who leads the Procession, looking upward; last, is a Male Figure, POVERTY, bowed in stature. The other two Male Figures walk at the head and foot of the stretcher, the first being SORROW, staring before him, the second one—DEATH, who bears a muffled babe in his arms, lulling it, with a calm smile.
Outcasts
On the stretcher a Poor Man lies wounded—a PEDLAR, with his pack for a head-rest. He wears a red jerkin and great boots and a workman’s cap. His beard is brown. His face is pale, his side bandaged. In one hand he holds a broken sword. The Man is CLAUS, whose Wife, RUTH, walks beside him, in peasant garb. At his other side walk two small tattered Figures—a BOY and a GIRL, their children.
As all pass slowly onward, the Outcasts chant their song-dirge, out of which rises momentarily, first, the Voice of RUTH, then of CLAUS, while at times Full Chorus gives deeper volume to the singing. Rhythms of tolled bells and of clanging swords accompany the two Semi-Choruses.
Ninth Chorus: A,7. Dirge of the Outcasts.
THE OUTCASTS
(Semi-Chorus of Women)
Bells, bells of the dark!
Tongues of iron and terror!
Toll no more, no more,
Bells of my breaking heart!
RUTH
Beautiful I bore him,
Wonderful I wore him,
Yea, as a scarf of silk:
Terrible—terrible—
They tore him!
THE OUTCASTS
(Semi-Chorus of Women)
Bells of my breaking heart,
Toll no more, no more,
Tongues of iron and terror,
Bells, bells of the dark!
FULL CHORUS
(Men and Women)
God!—God of the broken heart!
Lord of the tolling bell!
God, our God, if thou art, if thou art,
Tell us, our Father, tell:
How darkly long
Shall the reign of the strong
Endure, to make of Thine earth our hell,
Ere thou, O Lord of the bleeding dart,
Rise in Thy light, to quell?
THE OUTCASTS
(Semi-Chorus of Men)
Swords, swords in my soul!
Tongues of fire and horror!
Clang aloud, aloud,
CLAUS
Newly born I named him
Babe of my joy and ruth:
Kin of heart I claimed him,
Yea, as my star of youth:
Murderous—murderous—
They maimed him!
THE OUTCASTS
(Semi-Chorus of Men)
Swords of my burning heart!
Clang aloud, aloud,
Tongues of fire and horror,
Swords, swords in my soul!
FULL CHORUS
(Men and Women)
God!—God of the burning soul!
Lord of the clanging sword!
God, our God, from Thy kindling goal,
Answer us, answer, Lord!
How far and blind
Shall the kings of our kind
Beguile our hearts on their paths abhorred,
Ere thou, O Christ of a race made whole,
Come in Thy world-accord?
TENTH ACTION
(The Wounded Pedlar)
STAGE A
While the Outcasts have been approaching, CASPAR has come forth from the Place of the Tree and watched them coming.
Now, where he joins BELSHASAR and MELCHIOR, the THREE KINGS call, in song, to the dim Figures who draw near.
Carol 8. Trio and Solo. Ballad of the Kings and the Pedlar
THE THREE KINGS
Who are ye that come singing in darkness,
Outcast in the desert so late?
CLAUS
O Kings, it is me, Claus the Pedlar,
And these be my children and mate.
THE THREE KINGS
Who are those there, your comrades, beside you:
Those shadows, say, who should they be?
CLAUS
They be Death, and his young brother, Sorrow,
THE THREE KINGS
Nay, but who is that other amidst them,
That lifteth her face: What is she?
CLAUS
That is Song, and she is their sister
Who waiteth upon them, all three.
(Claus, Ruth and the two Children have now joined the Three Kings.)
CASPAR
Goodman, why are the eyes of your woman
So weary of look and so wild?
CLAUS
He hath broken our home, hath King Herod,
And killed us our new-born child.
Now tell us, ye Kings that be Wise Men,
Now tell us, where darkly we roam:
What right hath a king of a pedlar
To rob him his child and his home?
MELCHIOR
A king hath the right of his power
To raise high his glory and crown.
CLAUS
Then it’s Claus hath the right of a pedlar
CASPAR
A king hath his host and his captains
To shatter the weak with his horde.
CLAUS
Then it’s Claus he will be his own captain
To sharpen the edge of his sword.
BELSHASAR
Nay, a king hath the might of his lordship
’Tis death for his slave to defy.
CLAUS
Then it’s me hath the right of my manship
To master his might or to die.
For ’tis God is my King and not Herod,
And God he keepeth no slave;
And liever than live Herod’s henchman
I’ll lie a free man in the grave.
So I dared him his host and his captains,
And struck for my babe a sword blow;
And ’tis here they have broken my body;
With Death now right soon must I go.
CASPAR
Nay, cheerly, Claus! Cheerly, goodwife and kiddies!
Now you have wandered to a lucky place.
Our Evergreen shall heal your hurt. Run, Elf,
And fetch him balsam gum to balm his wounds.
CLAUS
No balsam gum can heal us our lost babe.
Ruth, wife, where lieth now his little body?
RUTH
Death holds him fast. Death holdeth him forever.
MELCHIOR
Herod is king. Ye should have awe of kings
And bow before them.
BELSHASAR
We are kings and wise,
And warn you what you owe to Herod.
CLAUS
Herod!
I have paid back to Herod all I owe him—
The red blade of this broken sword.
CASPAR
Brave said!
Give me the hasp. See, we will hang it here
On this green bough, to be your shining cross
Of freedom and remembrance—yea, a sign
For Herods, when they pass, to pause and think on.
MELCHIOR
(To Belshasar)
He flouteth what we say!
(Belshasar shrugs, but motions Melchior to listen. Elf returns.)
CASPAR
So, Pedlar Claus,
Lay-by thy pack, and rest you here till morrow;
Tend him, good Elf and Gnome. Now, mother, bravely!
These beasties shall make hospitality
And share their holy frost-cakes with your children,
Wiping their eyes with love: And these war-weary,
Glad of our Evergreen, shall take new hope
From yon clear star.
(He helps Claus to rise and supports him to the foot of the Tree, where he places his pack for Claus to recline. The stretcher is borne away. Far off, a long blast sounds.)
BELSHASAR
Hark, hark! What trumpet calls?
MELCHIOR
’Tis Herod’s host. Take heed!
RUTH
God shield us now!
(She turns toward Caspar, who comforts her and the Children.)
ELEVENTH ACTION
(The Persecuting Host)
AISLE I AND AISLE II
Pouring forth from the Place of Empire, the Host of Herod and their Leaders, with spears held high, come marching on both pathways toward the Tree, singing in chorus as they march.
Tenth Chorus: B,4. Song of the Persecuting Host
CHORUS
Go forth, ye host of power!
Enslave, enslave the humble!
’Fore Herod’s host their hearts shall cower,
Their builded hopes shall crumble.
Yea, Herod’s host
Shall trample them most
Where they build their shrines of wonder.—
Go forth with Vengeance’ war-red ghost,
Go forth, go forth in thunder!
TWELFTH ACTION
(The Morning Stars)
STAGE A
Staying his Followers, the CAPTAIN OF THE HOST approaches the THREE KINGS by the Tree.
In his hand he bears the Staff of Herod.
CAPTAIN
Halt here!—Behold them. They are found.
Stand forth, ye Kings of East! What make ye
So far from Herod’s throne?
MELCHIOR
We journey home.
CAPTAIN
Know ye not Herod’s wrath, what ’tis!—
Why brought ye not your tidings back
To him? Where is the Manger-Child?
MELCHIOR
We know him not.
BELSHASAR
Our trail we lost.
CASPAR
Nay, shineth yonder!
CAPTAIN
(Staring)
Where shineth?
BELSHASAR
He is old and daft.
MELCHIOR
Hail, Captain of our lord his host!
Welcome you are in Herod’s name.—
CLAUS
(Rising painfully)
Nay, curst is he in Herod’s name.—
Give back my babe!
CAPTAIN
(Strikes him with his staff.)
Take hence thy life!
(Claus falls back motionless. Death draws near and bends over him.)
DEATH
Come, Claus: Awake! Thy babe is here.
CLAUS
Friend Death, now raise me up.—Methought
Thou hadst been deaf and dumb, but now
DEATH
Here I hold
Thy little babe.
CLAUS
(Taking the muffled child)
O little babe,
Now are we both in Death his arms
Safe held from Herod’s wrath. Be glad
Thy father was not Herod’s slave.
(In his great cloak Death leads him away. Ruth stares after them.)
RUTH
Claus! Claus!—Now Death hath taken him.
CASPAR
Poor woman, do not weep for Claus.
Friend Death is kind.
RUTH
Now are we left
Alone, and none to shield us.
CASPAR
Yea,
A king shall shield ye.
CAPTAIN
King! What king
Would shield these Herod’s outcasts?
CASPAR
One
That’s old and merry and cracked, and wears
This crown of Caspar, king of babes
Made fatherless.
MELCHIOR
(To the Captain, shrewdly)
You hear?
BELSHASAR
He’s mad!
CAPTAIN
Nay, give me sign what manner wise men
And kings you are. Make sign, ye three,
Now to this staff; for, by its power!
All lesser kings who bow them not
To Herod’s staff shall lose their crowns.
Bow! Bow ye low to Herod, lord of the world!
MELCHIOR
(Bows low to the staff.)
Herod, most High!
CAPTAIN
Thy crown keep safe.
BELSHASAR
(Bows low to the staff.)
CAPTAIN
Keep thy crown.
CASPAR
(Remains standing, and smiles.)
Herod, the Poor!
CAPTAIN
What now! How name ye
Herod—the poor?
CASPAR
Is he not poor
To lose him both my brothers’ crowns,
And needs ask alms of me, old Caspar?—
Ho, take him this my crown, poor Herod!
And this, my sceptre, yea, and this
My cloak also, and bid him keep
His staff for kings of sadder heart
To bow them to. Mine is too merry.—
Now, kiddies, come: where be your cakes
And frosting?
(Having put off his King’s robe, sceptre and crown, Caspar now appears in his under-jerkin of red, with long boots, like a Peasant.)
MELCHIOR
(To Belshasar)
CAPTAIN
(Tossing aside the robe, sceptre and crown, speaks to his Followers.)
Lay-by
These tokens, men! Your spears! Your spears!
This wise man shall learn wisdom now
In Herod’s name.
BELSHASAR
(Interposing)
Forbear! He raves.
(He and Melchior draw the Captain momentarily aside.)
RUTH
(To Caspar)
Alas! How can you help us now
And have no kingdom?
CASPAR
Ha, my dears!
A joyful heart finds many a job
Can earn a kingdom.
(Taking the little Boy and Girl, one on each knee, he speaks to them and their Mother.)
Cheerly, woman!
Thy goodman plied a goodly trade.—
Poor Claus he was a pedlar: Ho!
A pedlar now will Caspar be,
And take thy goodman’s pack and name,
And ply his trade of children’s toys
By neighbor chimneys, house to house,
With jingling bells in winter air;
And hearth to hearth the mirth shall spread
Around the fire, and yule logs blaze,
And apples toast, and stockings spill
With candy dolls and popping tricks;
And tiptoe boys and girls shall peep
To spy the pedlar with his sack,
And pay his wage in wonder coin
Left on the hearthstone; and through all
The evergreen and evergreen,
Around the tree of light shall run—
With fairy twinklings of His star—
The laughter of a Manger Child.
(Rising, he lifts the Children in his arms.)
Up, kiddies, now, with Pedlar Claus
To find His kingdom!
CAPTAIN
(To Belshasar, brushing him and Melchior aside)
Nay, no more!
He bowed not down, and shall pay dear
For Herod’s anger.
CASPAR
(Swinging the Pedlar’s pack upon his back)
Ho, good hearts!
Now, Sorrow, come! and Poverty!
And you, dear Song, that serve on them!
You, Elf and Gnome, and desert beasts!
Ye children all, both old and young,
Come, gather by this holy Tree
And share with Pedlar Claus his pack!
CAPTAIN
(Mocking)
Ho, Claus, the Pedlar-King! Hail Claus!
THE HOST OF HEROD
Hail, Claus, the Pedlar-King! King Claus!
(They crowd toward him; his cap is struck off.)
CAPTAIN
(Raising the cap on a spear)
Lo, Claus, his crown! Behold the crown!
THE HOST
Hail to the crown! The Pedlar’s crown!
CAPTAIN
Ye Spears of Herod, spill him wine!
Yea, with his blood anoint him!
(Pointing their spears, the Host turn to rush upon Caspar, when suddenly a Blaze of Light checks and astounds them: silverly a Blast of Trumpets sounds; the Evergreen branches burst into bloom of stars, while TREE, as Angel, comes forth, holding sheathed a shining Sword, its hasp in a Crown of Holly.)
TREE
Stay!
Bow, Host of Herod! Bow ye down
And hail our Saint of Evergreen:
Hail Santa Claus!
(Tree places the Holly Crown on Caspar’s head. A Burst of Sleigh-Bells sounds, filling the air with their circlings of silver music.)
THE CHILDREN, FAIRIES AND BEASTS
(Shout with wild joy)
Hail, Santa Claus!
THE CAPTAIN AND THE HOST
(Falling back, murmur in awe)
Hail, Santa Claus!
(Overwhelmed, they bow down. Choirs of shrilly gladness break forth in Chorus, as the jingling sleigh-bells change to Pealing Chimes.)
Eleventh Chorus: A,8 and B,5. Chorus of the Christmas Tree
Part I. (Chorus A) The Pedlar-King
CHORUS
Hail—Santa Claus!
Saint of our Evergreen!
Hail, dear Pedlar of starry joys!
On your own shoulders
Now you have lifted
All the world’s weariness—
Pack of old burdens,
Sack of our sorrows:
Lifted it, stored anew,
Crammed with enchantment,
Bursting with merry
And magical laughter,
Wonder of children—
Hail, dear Pedlar—
King of our Evergreen:
Santa! Santa!
Holly-crown’d saint of us!
Hail, eternal
Wise man and child!
(During this Chorus and while it continues, Santa—with beaming face—opens his great pack and distributes forth gifts to the Children, the Outcasts, and the Host of Herod, who now rise joyfully and press round him. Chorus now answers Chorus across the assembled People, the deep voices of the Men’s Chorus (B) now singing in Antiphony.)
Part II. (Choruses A and B) The Tree
CHORUS A
Who wakened her heart with song for the coming of light?
Who harked for the morning stars their singing together?
Antiphonal
CHORUS B
The Tree! The Tree!
The Evergreen Tree!
The light of her heart hath blossomed—
Hath bloomed with stars
In the places of desert.
CHORUS A
Who nourished a dream in the lone wilderness,
Where wild beasts kill one another and weary of killing?
Antiphonal
CHORUS B
The Tree! The Tree!
The Evergreen Tree!
The power of her dream hath blossomed
With blinding stars
In the hearts of the terrible.
CHORUS A
Herod, lord of the world! Who hath defeated his power?
Antiphonal
CHORUS B
A star! A star doth confound him!
CHORUS A
Herod, sword of the world! Who hath surmounted his cunning?
Antiphonal
CHORUS B
A child! A child hath disarmed him!
CHORUS A
Herod, wrath of the world! What hath o’erthrown his dominion?
Antiphonal
CHORUS B
A dream! A dream hath survived him!
Part III. (Choruses A and B) The Child
CHORUS A
(Appearing in their over-garments of White, look toward the place of Herod while they sing.)
Where are ye that through the blindness of the slaughter,
Through the terror and the tempest of the night,—
Where are ye that bowed you down to a helmet and a crown?
Have you seen the Child His stars?
Have you heard the morning stars—
His stars that sing around the Tree of light?
Will you hasten? Will you heed?
Will you bind His wounds that bleed?
Will you build his works of joy and charity?
Are you risen? Do you hark?
Are you coming through the dark—
Are you coming, are you coming to the Tree?
CHORUS B
(In their over-garments of Red, rise from the place of their singing, and move forward in procession toward the Chorus in White.)
Here are we that knew the blindness of the slaughter,
Knew the terror and the tempest of the night:
Here are we that bowed us down to a helmet and a crown,
But we’ve seen the Child His stars,
We have heard the morning stars—
His stars that sing around the Tree of light.
We will hasten! We will heed!
We will bind His wounds that bleed;
We will build His works of joy and charity.
We are risen, and we hark!
We are coming through the dark—
We are coming, we are coming to the Tree!
(As they approach the Tree, the Singers of Chorus B lay off their Red over-garments and join the Chorus in White. The two Choruses now form one.
Joined, in their singing, by the Host of Herod, the Outcasts, and by All the Assembled People, they raise their Voices together.)
ALL
Child of God, forgive the blindness and the slaughter!
Child of Pity, calm the terror of the night!
Yea, and all that bow them down to a helmet and a crown—
Let them see, like us, Thy stars!
Let them join the morning stars—
Thy stars that sing around the Tree of light!
Child of Heaven, now we heed!
We will bind Thy wounds that bleed;
We will build Thy works of joy and charity.
We are risen in Thy right:
We are singing through the night—
We are singing, we are singing to the Tree!
Alleluia!
Amen!
The Pedlar-King
Bow, Host of Herod! Bow ye down
And hail our Saint of Evergreen:
Hail Santa Claus!
The Morning Stars
CHORUS
Child of Heaven, now we heed!
We will bind Thy wounds that bleed,
We will build Thy works of joy and charity:
We are risen in Thy right,
We are singing through the night—
We are singing, we are singing to the Tree!
COMMENTARIES
ON THE MASQUE
Ground Plan of “The Evergreen Tree”
(Not drawn to Scale)
(For Standard Outdoor Production—Alterable for Indoors)