Ah, my Sister, may ye prove to the world that “the glory that was Greece” still abides with thy sons. _FRANCE_: Still others come to join us. From the frozen North, from the sunny South, and from the far East they come. _BELGIUM_: What of the West? What of America--the great, the strong, the free--is she coming? _FRANCE_: Not yet. _BRITAIN_: But she will come! Well I know her. Ours are “Sons of the self-same race. And blood of the self-same clan.” _ITALY_: Yes, she will come. Well is she named Columbia, after my gallant son Columbus. Can’st see him as he steered his bark to Columbia’s shore, when “Pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck-- A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew--a starlit flag unfurled, It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: ‘On and On.’” That light became the light of Freedom. That light is still upheld clear and pure by Columbia. In that light she will press “on and on” till tyranny be banished from the earth. _FRANCE_: Aye, she will come, if but to pay back the debt of gratitude she owes us for our aid when she won her Independence. _BELGIUM_: She must come, for we need her aid. _BRITAIN_: America is proud; she will repay her debt of gratitude, France. America is generous; she will send you aid, Belgium. NO. 18. MUSIC OF LARGO. (_All look to the rear._ _Enter_--CHARITY, HOPE, _and_ FAITH; CHARITY _carries large cornucopia_.) _CHARITY_: We bear ye greetings and gifts from America. _BELGIUM_: Ah, I know you. Ye are Charity. _CHARITY_: Call me by my new name, Love, for the love of America sends me and my Sisters with help and messages of cheer. _HOPE_: I am Hope. Never despair. Ye shall triumph. “Be staunch, and valiant, and free, and strong.” _FAITH_: I am Faith. Press on-- “I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.” (_Enter_ MERCY, _a Red Cross nurse_, CHARITY _takes her by the hand and leads her forward_.) _MERCY_: Thy Sister, America, has heard thy call for help, and sends me. I am ready for service. NO. 19. _CHORUS_: THE RED CROSS: (_Tune--Battle Hymn of the Republic_): Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Red Cross on the White; It carries ease and comfort to the soldiers in the fight, It strengthens their endeavors in the battle for the right, Its mercy never fails! Hail the Red Cross then forever, Its mercy never fails! At the call of suffering thousands it now flies across the sea, The homeless hosts of Belgium know its mercy kind and free, In prison camps in Europe it breathes hope and liberty, Its mercy never fails! Hail the Red Cross then forever, Its mercy never fails! _FRANCE_: