Peace.
I‘ll suggest a way.
Let‘s bring some mortal up here,—let him say
Just what he means by giving thanks.
Earth.
And then
By him can we judge all the mortal men?
Time.
A man and woman both, we must invite.
Plenty.
Nay, more than that. I think it would be right
To bring a family———
Earth.
Yes, that‘s it! You know
Thanksgiving Day‘s a family feast, and so,
Go, Peace and Plenty,—quick, be on your way!
And bring a family here from earth,
Peace.
What is a family?
Time.
But stay,———
Family? Let me see;
A father and a mother there must be———
Earth.
Grandfather and grandmother, too, I think,
Time.
Yes, and a son and daughter. Quick as wink,
Fly, Peace and Plenty, and bring back with you,
A human family,—typical and true.
(Peace and Plenty depart on their errand. The four remaining sing. Air, “Highland Laddie.”)
Pomona.
Oh, what do you think that a mortal family‘s like?
Ceres.
Oh, what do you think that a mortal family‘s like?
Earth.
They‘re not a bit like you, dears, they‘re made of common clay.
