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THE LAND OF MANY NAMES
Now off we go to fight,
On us the star shines bright,
And this new star, it mine must be!
The Woman in the Black Veil (stands erect in the centre of the stage and stretches out her hands):
Alas, war!—again war!
Song of the Soldiers:
The banners—ha! the banners, they higher yet shall soar.
The New Land’s there beyond the sea, and ye shall scan it over.
From that land fair,
From that star rare,
The Woman in the Black Veil (kneels down):
Oh, my son
[The shadow picture of the soldiers on the march vanishes. The star glows darkly.]
Song of the Soldiers (afar):
We shall return no more.
The Woman in the Black Veil (sinks down):
My son
Curtain.
