I guide the aëroplane that dares the sky;
I tunnel deep where mighty rivers roll;
I plant the stars and stripes upon the pole!
Lo, this is I!
Everychild. Oh, let me go with you! and can you tell
Where radiant Goodness, and where Beauty, dwell?
Mathematics. Their servant am I. I can lead you—Stay!
[As they begin to go off together, enter Discipline, in black gown and cap, with bunch of switches, arms folded, frowning.]
Everychild. Oh, I’m afraid—I think I’ll run away.
You naughty thing! How dare you! Go away!