And when the air is soft and the leaves
Feel free and push and tremble,
Will they not remember and say
How wonderful to have lived?
[The Old Hebrew is agitated and murmurs.]
Messiah, Messiah.... That voice....
O, he has beaten my sight out.... I see
Like a rain about a devouring fire....
[The Minstrel sings.]
Ye who best God awhile, O hear: your wealth