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ACT IV


The scene is the same as the first. It is night, but the great tree shows blacker. Below it sits Angus in a wreath of mist.


Angus (sings).
Let the gods awake, for memory has woken,
The little men that loved us remember us again,
The chains that were wrought of the love of Christ are broken,
And little men come back to our beauty and their pain.

Let the gods awake, for the hearts of men are waking
The little hearts that warmed us when we were a-cold.
The old time is back again, the old day is breaking—
What is man’s forgetting to us who wax not old?

Let the gods awake, for the old fires are burning,
And little men remember the words they used to pray.
In all the lands of Morven our lovers are returning,
The gentle chains that bound them are vanished away.

[From the left of the stage the waves of the sea moan, and Lior speaks.

Lior. Who will be calling, who will be calling
The master of waters to waken again?
In my ears is the noise of the waves that are falling,
And over my head is the sound of the rain.

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