[In which all the persons of the drama, not excepting Sruti-bhushan, unite on the main stage in the dance of Spring.]
Come and rejoice, for April is awake.
Fling yourselves into the flood of being, bursting the bondage of the past.
April is awake.
Life's shoreless sea is heaving in the sun before you.
All the losses are lost, and death is drowned in its waves.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.