The Whole Crowd
Reward us, Freedom!
The Choir
Workmen and Workwomen!
I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile ...
I do not say leading you, thought great are not great ...
But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to.
The Whole Crowd
Reward us, Freedom!
[With one accord the whole crowd turns and lifts its hands to Freedom. A sudden hush comes and the light on the crowd begins to pale.]
Four Voices
We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
The Chronicler