Again, the word is Wilson’s.
[Freedom rises.
The lurid terrace shifts and swarms with figures seen through smoke. Now a new army of olive drab bursts up over the crest and the next lines are shouted by the Choir over a wild pantomime of battle.]
First Spokesman and Eight Voices
We are glad now to fight thus for the ultimate peace of the world and for the liberation of its peoples.
The Second Spokesman and Sixteen Voices
The world must be made safe for democracy.
Freedom and Four Voices
To such a task we can dedicate our lives and our fortunes, everything that we are and everything that we have, with the pride of those who know that the day is come when America is privileged to spend her blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the peace which she has treasured.
The Whole Choir