Children of Freedom, Out of the mind of God, Hear ye the truth-- Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees!... Can ye grow grapes from thorns or figs from thistles? What man, by taking thought, can add a cubit to his stature? Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees! To him that hath shall be given. From him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.... Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.... Seek and ye shall find.... [_With each line of the words of Jesus she has come a little further down the stair. At the last, she stands above the Chronicler’s throne and, on either side of her, two youths kneel, who have followed her down from the Choir. When she has come to the bottom of the slope and when the darkness has taken all else but her figure, she turns her back upon the audience and her hands go out as though she evoked one further image out of the past. We see it, as light scatters the darkness above her--the Common of Lexington in the cold dawn of the Glorious Morning and the line of Minute Men drawn up across it. The Chronicler rises._] THE CHRONICLER One hundred and fifty years ago there was fought upon this place a battle. Out of that battle came a nation and a nation’s race and a race’s vision of freedom. [_Then the four boys from the Choir speak together as the light goes._] THE FOUR BOYS The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of Freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth. [_The darkness is now complete. The Chronicler has closed his book. In the hills, a bugle blows taps. The play is finished._] _The citizens of Lexington, the Birthplace of American Liberty, realizing they are custodians of America’s greatest shrine, extend a welcome to_ EVERYONE, _not only on the 19th of April and Pageant Week, June 15th to 20th, 1925_, BUT EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR, _to visit our battlefield, the historic buildings, and at all times to feel at home. This historic spot belongs to the Nation, and we want all Americans to feel they are part owners so that on leaving the town they may have a better realization of the struggles made by our forefathers and become better and more patriotic citizens._ _Publications for Sale by the Lexington Historical Society_ “The Battle of April 19, 1775, in Lexington, Concord, Lincoln, Arlington, Cambridge, Somerville and Charlestown.” New Edition, 1922. By Frank Warren Coburn. Illustrated. 200 pp. Price $1.75.