The Procession of Outcasts is accompanied by FOUR MASKED FIGURES in symbolic garb, and consists of the FOLLOWERS of these, walking before and after a stretcher, borne at the middle of the Pageant. First of the Four is a Female Figure, SONG, who leads the Procession, looking upward; last, is a Male Figure, POVERTY, bowed in stature. The other two Male Figures walk at the head and foot of the stretcher, the first being SORROW, staring before him, the second one—DEATH, who bears a muffled babe in his arms, lulling it, with a calm smile. [Illustration: OUTCASTS] On the stretcher a Poor Man lies wounded—a PEDLAR, with his pack for a head-rest. He wears a red jerkin and great boots and a workman’s cap. His beard is brown. His face is pale, his side bandaged. In one hand he holds a broken sword. The Man is CLAUS, whose Wife, RUTH, walks beside him, in peasant garb. At his other side walk two small tattered Figures—a BOY and a GIRL, their children. As all pass slowly onward, the OUTCASTS chant their song-dirge, out of which rises momentarily, first, the Voice of RUTH, then of CLAUS, while at times Full Chorus gives deeper volume to the singing. Rhythms of tolled bells and of clanging swords accompany the two Semi-Choruses. [Sidenote: _Ninth Chorus: A,7. Dirge of the Outcasts._] THE OUTCASTS (Semi-Chorus of Women) _Bells, bells of the dark!_ _Tongues of iron and terror!_ _Toll no more, no more,_ _Bells of my breaking heart!_ RUTH _Beautiful I bore him,_ _Babe of my life and milk:_ _Wonderful I wore him,_ _Yea, as a scarf of silk:_ _Terrible—terrible—_ _They tore him!_ THE OUTCASTS (Semi-Chorus of Women) _Bells of my breaking heart,_ _Toll no more, no more,_ _Tongues of iron and terror,_ _Bells, bells of the dark!_ _FULL CHORUS_ (Men and Women) _God!—God of the broken heart!_ _Lord of the tolling bell!_ _God, our God, if thou art, if thou art,_ _Tell us, our Father, tell:_ _How darkly long_ _Shall the reign of the strong_ _Endure, to make of Thine earth our hell,_ _Ere thou, O Lord of the bleeding dart,_ _Rise in Thy light, to quell?_ THE OUTCASTS (Semi-Chorus of Men) _Swords, swords in my soul!_ _Tongues of fire and horror!_ _Clang aloud, aloud,_ _Swords of my burning heart!_ CLAUS _Newly born I named him_ _Babe of my joy and ruth:_ _Kin of heart I claimed him,_ _Yea, as my star of youth:_ _Murderous—murderous—_ _They maimed him!_ THE OUTCASTS (Semi-Chorus of Men) _Swords of my burning heart!_ _Clang aloud, aloud,_ _Tongues of fire and horror,_ _Swords, swords in my soul!_ _FULL CHORUS_ (Men and Women)