The One Hundred and Fifty Divisions

(Cakewalking, shamble-shuffling and tossing their hatchets, batons, musical instruments, etc., aloft.) Hail! Hail! The end of shame! (They sing.)

’Tis now that we with joy behold
The earth of virtue yield fourfold
Of truth and right the crop is great—
Indeed, enough the world to sate!

(Melody the same as “Behold the Power.” To be sung without lining.)