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—