2nd Antiphon. The adversaries of the Lord shall be broken in pieces.
(The voices pass away. It begins to grow dark.)
Anna. (Sings as she winds her flax)
Little child, lo, I spin
Flax to clothe thy body in;
Little child, do not grieve
Out of this a cloth I’ll weave,
Make of it a little shirt,——
What man shall do thee hurt?
So while it lasts, wear it still,