Fire is its chariot,
Massacre its pinions!
Already the heavens ring with terror,
The earth shakes with the stamping of the hoofs.
The Mother
[Horrified] Jeremiah!
Jeremiah
[Seizing her arm, listens] Do you hear, do you not hear, the rushing of chariots?
The Mother
I hear nothing! Day is dawning. The shepherds are piping in the valleys, and a gentle breeze blows across the roof.