[_She plunges up the slope toward the light, her own refulgence illuminating those who come immediately after her. The music reaches its wildest and highest point as the crowds falling in widely behind her, begins to ascend the slope. Freedom is seen to pause and wave the crowd on and a great cone of humanity moves up the stair. Then the music stops upon a tremendous major resolution and Freedom is standing at the top of the stair at last and all the people, their arms reached upwards to her, are spread out below and the light is blinding. The music gives way to a rolling of drums and from the hills come crazy voices invoked by the wild cries and the wilder arms of Freedom most transfigured, most blazing of all._] FREEDOM Soldiers of Freedom out of the past of the race, huzza! A VOICE (_Screaming wildly._) Don’t shoot till you see the whites of their eyes! FREEDOM Again! ANOTHER VOICE (_Wilder and from a different position._) If they mean to have a war let it begin here! FREEDOM Again! ANOTHER VOICE Trust in God and keep your powder dry! ANOTHER VOICE We have not yet begun to fight! [_Now rockets are bursting in the air, gorgeous beautiful rockets._] FREEDOM Brothers of Freedom, out of the past of the race, your songs! SEVERAL VOICES (_Singing wildly._) Yankee Doodle came to town, Riding on a pony, Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni! Yankee Doodle.... OTHER VOICES I’ll fight it out on this line if it takes all summer! Give me liberty or give me death! Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable! Millions for defense but not one cent for tribute! A war to end war! Don’t give up the ship! Lafayette, here we are! Too proud to fight! In the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress! OTHER VOICES John Brown’s body lies a moulding in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a moulding in the grave, John Brown’s body lies a moulding in the grave, But his soul goes marching on! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory.... OTHER VOICES Way down south in the land of cotton, Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom, Look away, look away, look away, look away! That’s the land where I was born in.... OTHER VOICES Over there! Over there! Over there! Over there! Over there! The Yanks are coming.... [_By this the light has gone from the people and shines only upon Freedom who turns and holds her hands out over all the multitude. A terrific flight of rockets bursts with a terrific explosion. Then there is absolute silence._] FREEDOM (_Coming through the crowds, back down the stair._)