Sp. of S-C.—There will be rugged heights to climb in that land, dark abysses into which you might fall. Take this staff. My strength is in it. If wild beasts attack you, defend yourself. Be steady, steady.
Y. A.—A staff! How strong it is!
Sp. of S. (A long garland of flowers trails from her hands. She winds them about Young America and the three other spirits. Then she takes Young America's hand.)—Come, we go as one to the Land-of-Equal-Chance. (The group, bound by their flower chain, moves up the steps towards the curtain.)
Sp. of A. (Springs ahead but holds to the chain.)—Open, open! Young America is here!
All.—Open, open for Young America!
(Father Time and Mother Space, who have been standing aside, take their places at the large curtain and after a pause slowly lift it, revealing the figure of Liberty bathed in shining light. Young America starts back.)
Liberty.—Come, Young America!
Y. A. (Aside to companions.)—Dare I go?
All the Spirits.—We will go with you.
Liberty.—Come, Young America!