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Read! With you I break my pact.

Show the way, and we will follow!

Over frozen height and hollow, Over all the land we'll fare, Loose each soul-destroying snare That this people holds in fee, Lift and lighten, and set free, Blot the vestige of the beast, Each a Man and each a Priest, Stamp anew the outworn brand, Make a Temple of the land.

[''The multitude, including the and, throng around him. is lifted on to their shoulders.''

'Tis a great Time! Visions fair Dazzle through the noontide glare.

[The great mass of the assemblage streams away up the valley; a few remain.

[To the departing crowd.]

O, ye blinded ones, what would you? Lo! behind his seeming sooth Satan scheming to delude you!

Ho there! Turn! Folks born to track Safe home-waters still and smooth!