Interlocutor. King Solomon he had four hundred sons.
Field Hands. We were the sons.

Congregation. CROWNED by the throngs again,

You shall make songs again,

Interlocutor. He gave each son four hundred prancing ponies.
Field Hands. We were the ponies.
Congregation. You shall eat hay again,

Women's Leader. The Queen of Sheba answered like a lady, Bowing most politely:

"It blooms forever thinking of your wisdom,

Your brave heart and the way you rule your kingdom.
That makes the oak secure,

Weaving its leafy lure,

Interlocutor. The Queen of Sheba had four hundred sailors.

Field Hands. We were the sailors.
Congregation. You shall bring spice and ore

Over the ocean's floor,

Shipmates once more,

For ten thousand

.

Women's Leader-(softly). The Queen of Sheba asked him

like a lady,

Bowing most politely:

"Why is the sea so deep,

What secret does it keep

While tides a-roaring leap

Ten thousand.

y..e..a..r. .s?"

S

Men's Leader-(solemnly and ornately). K..i..n..g.

Solomon made answer to the lady,

Bowing most politely:

"My love for you is like the stormy ocean

Too deep to understand,

Bending to your command,

Bringing your ships to land

Ten thousand . . y..e..a. .r. .s."

Interlocutor. K..i..n..g

K....n..g.

. S..o..1..o..m..o..n.

S..o..1..o..m..o..n.

Congregation (rapidly, with heavy accents). The teeth of all his chiefs were set with diamonds.

Field Hands. We were the chieftains.
Congregation. You shall be proud again,
Dazzle the crowd again,
Laughing aloud

Interlocutor (slowly and softly). K..i..n..g Solomon he

had four hundred shepherds,

Field Hands. We were the shepherds.
Congregation. You shall have torches bright,

Watching the folds at night,

Guarding the lambs aright

Ten thousand . . . y..e..a..r..s.

Men's Leader-(loud) and Field-hand Chorus

(softly).

Women's Leader—(loud) and Women's Chorus—(softly).

The Queen of Sheba answered like a lady,

Bowing most politely:

"They're singing of your kingdom to the angels;

King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba

They guide your chariot with their lamps and candles.
Therefore they burn so far-

And spoke with tongues in prophet-words so mightyWe stamped and whirled and wept and shouted, "Glory!"

We were his people.

Men's and Women's Leaders-(very softly and slowly).

You shall be wild and gay,

Green trees shall deck your way,

Sunday be every day

Ten thousand . .

K..i..n..g

K..i..n..g.

y..e.
..a..r..S

S..o..1..o..m..o..n

. S..o..1..o..m..o..n

Vachel Lindsay

Old leaves yellow and drop off,

New green puts out.

I like it for the pungent scent it gives
When you bruise it.

Though lacking sun it may never afford

A scarlet flower.

JEUNE FILLE

Beneath the ledges

Lie the pools

Cupped in the ruddy rock,

Bright pools of mountain water,