Firm Israel’s heart, and mighty her hand,
Eternal the days of Jerusalem.
Jeremiah
[Rises from his knees. He stares blankly as he mutters in amaze] Ne’er shall … an enemy … circle … our wall?
The Mother
What sudden fear assails your soul?
What thought steals color from your cheek?
Jeremiah
[Still shuddering] Ne’er shall … an enemy … circle … our wall?
The Mother