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Bones racked and riven, flesh seared to a coal, He shall make whole!

Gladsome to bask in the light-sea that laves us!

Blissful to writhe in the blood-death that saves us!

[''The processions pass each other during the singing. The crowd in the market-place looks on in dull silence.''

SCENE THIRD.

''The sacred grove around the temple of Apollo. The portico, supported by columns, and approached by a broad flight of steps, is seen among the trees in the background, on the left.''

''A number of people are rushing about in the grove with loud cries of terror. Far away is heard the music of the procession.''

Mercy! The earth is quaking again!

Oh horror! Thunder beneath our feet!

Was it indeed so? Was it the earth that shook?