_This day three weeks._
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
_On that day we will re-traject ourselves._
_Meanwhile, 'twere well we should be posted up_
_In details of this feast._
SPIRIT OF THE PITIES (to Recording Angel).
_Aye, tell us more._
RECORDING ANGEL.
_I fancy you could best find what you need_
_In the Complete Works of the late Charles Dickens._
_I have them here._
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
_Read them aloud to us._
The Recording Angel reads aloud the Complete Works of Charles
Dickens.
RECORDING ANGEL (closing "Edwin Drood").
_'Tis Christmas Morning._
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
_Then must we away._
SEMICHORUS I. OF YEARS (aerial music).
_'Tis time we press on to revisit_
_That dear little planet,_
_To-day of all days to be seen at_
_Its brightest and best._
_Now holly and mistletoe girdle_
_Its halls and its homesteads,_
_And every biped is beaming_
_With peace and good will._
SEMICHORUS II.
_With good will and why not with free will?_
_If clearly the former_
_May nest in those bosoms, then why not_
_The latter as well?_
_Let's lay down no laws to trip up on,_
_Our way is in darkness,_
_And not but by groping unhampered_
_We win to the light.
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