Until the victory!
The song rises to a great hymn, of martial and joyous rhythm. They go together to the threshold. They look at each other in silence. Rhoda speaks, with suppressed meaning.
Rhoda.
Shall it be—on earth?
Michaelis.
On the good human earth, which I never possessed till now!
Rhoda.
But now—these waiting souls, prisoned in their pain—
Michaelis.
By faith all prisoned souls shall be delivered.