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THE LAND OF MANY NAMES
Chorus of Paupers:
Woe is ended, grief is ended.
The Land of Hopes from the sea ascended.
Bliss, endless bliss, shall unto it arise.
Dollarson:
Who are you?
Chorus of Paupers:
We are beggars.
Dollarson:
Beggars! I should never have believed that there are so many beggars in the world.
Chorus of Paupers:
There are many of us.
Dollarson:
Beggars, eh? Only beggars. Oh, I see that there are many of you—many beyond question—in fact, too many. Upon my soul, I am appalled to think that there can be so many of you.
First Pauper:
Sir, our numbers are steadily increasing; more and more of us are coming along.
Dollarson:
And where are you bound for?
Chorus of Paupers:
We’re on our way to the Land of Hopes.
