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To mould; to mould!

They murder our brothers; our children they smite. Soar up, doves of song, and pray God to requite!

Pray God to requite!

[Catching sight of .] There he stands! Woe to the miscreant who has burnt the word of the Lord! Think you you can burn the word of the Lord with fire? I will tell you where it burns. [She wrests a knife from one of the sacrificing priests, cuts open her breast and probes into the wound.

Here the word burns. You may burn our books; but the word shall burn in the hearts of men until the uttermost end of time!

[She casts the knife from her.   [Sing with growing ecstasy.  Let writings be burnt, and let bodies be slain;           The word shall remain—           The word shall remain! [They take into their midst and go out towards the country.

Woe to us; the Galileans' God is the strongest!