Down the veins through which the live past feeds its child, the
live unborn.



ACT I



SCENE I. A.D. 1220


The Doorway of a closed Chapel in the Wartburg. Elizabeth sitting
on the Steps.

Eliz. Baby Jesus, who dost lie
Far above that stormy sky,
In Thy mother's pure caress,
Stoop and save the motherless.

Happy birds! whom Jesus leaves
Underneath His sheltering eaves;
There they go to play and sleep,
May not I go in to weep?

All without is mean and small,
All within is vast and tall;
All without is harsh and shrill,
All within is hushed and still.