(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?