By the highest farms in the valley. The land rises in the background, and passes into great barren mountains. Rain.
Brand, followed by the multitude—men, women, and children,—comes up the slopes.
Brand.
Look onward! Triumph flies ahead!
Your homes are hidden in the deep,
And over it, from steep to steep,
The storm his cloudy tent has spread.
Forget the pit of sloth ye trod,
Fly free aloft, ye sons of God!
A Man.