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on the wharf bidding him farewell. Why are we not waving scarves with them and singing songs? for Jesus goes this day to Rome, and the city of Caesar shall be henceforth the city of Christ.
timothy: The ship has not yet loosed. There is time still to see the face that we shall look upon no more. Come, Mother, let us go to join with the others in a song of triumph, a last Hosanna.
(Exeunt Eunice and Timothy.)
Curtain
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BY YVOR WINTERS
Junipers,
Steely shadows
Floating the jay.
A man,
Heavy and iron-black,
Alone in sun,
Threading the grass.
The cold
Coming again
As spring
Came up the valley,
But to stay
Rooted deep in the land;
The stone-pierced shadows
Trod by the bird
For day on day.