[_All this while the people, to swifter and swifter music, always more and more macabre and dissonant, have moved ever and ever more swiftly. Now the music comes back to a horrible parody of “I’ve been working on the Railroad” and the movement takes shape in designs and formal groups, large and small. And the men who made up three cones and the fan surge over the stair and drag Freedom down so that she is lost in the whirling mob. And the light, broken and colorful, dies to gloom and the movement is a movement of patterns and the music drowns all, singing and instrumental. Then, just at the front of the stage, just above the throne of the Chronicler, a single ray of white light breaks upon Freedom again and, along the upper level, the light once more lifts, and as Freedom begins to speak, it seems to be daybreak._] FREEDOM Lost! Lost! Lost! [_The desperate cry pierces all the tumult and brings complete silence upon the scene._] O People, my People, my People, Where are your wits and your hearts and your souls? What have you done with the destiny I left you? Fools! Fools! Fools! [_A stricken sigh goes up from the people and those about Freedom fall upon their knees._] Man does not seek the dream that is not his, Nor dream the search to which he was not destined, Nor hope for that which he does not believe. Who would be free is free; Who would be otherwise is otherwise. Ever man is himself man’s enemy; Ever man’s fear to be himself shall be Between man and man’s liberty. [_A murmur goes up from the people. She looks sorrowfully and majestically over them._] Soldiers of Freedom! Comrades of Freedom! Brothers of Freedom! Children of Freedom! Not slaves, but men! Not sheep, but men! Not masses, but men! I cannot set you free who were born free. Nor strike your shackles off who were born slaves. Be to yourselves yourselves, the rest is glory. [_A louder murmur and many of the crowd lift their hands to her._] Workmen and workwomen! Children and aged! You were born of the past! You are pledged to the future. [_She goes a little up among the kneeling crowd._] Soldiers of Freedom, Comrades of Freedom, Brothers of Freedom, You! You! And You! I lead again! I live again! I love! Who dares to follow now! Who comes beside me, bravely and alone, Not one of masses, but as man alone? What, none? Are you all masses, then? [_Some of them come eagerly up to her._] You, have you faith? You, are you honest? You, is your spirit strong? You, can you face the sun? Why then, come on! Come on! On! On! I lead--Come on! Come on!