WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
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Michaelis. By faith all prisoned souls shall be delivered.
Rhoda. By faith.
Michaelis. By faith which makes all things possible, which brings all things to pass.
(He disappears. Rhoda stands looking after him. The young mother hurries in.)
The Young Mother. (Ecstatic, breathless.) Come here—My baby! I believe—I do believe— (She disappears.)
Rhoda. (Following her.) I believe. I do believe!
(The music rises into a vast chorus of many mingled strains.)
