[campfire, sounds of a gathering] [musician group counts in quietly] (one, two three) [Blunt Stradivarius Violin Plays melody] [victorian violin, harp, bedouin percussion] Bow down in hope, in thanks, all ye who mourn;— Where'in that peerless arche of radiant hues Surpassing earthly tints,—the storm subdues! [bedouin flute, violin duet/interplay] Of nature's strife and tears 'tis heaven-born, [Dancers begin dance as rhythm increases] To soothe the sad, the sinning, and forlorn; [tunisian ensemble joins music crescendo] A lovely loving token to infuse The hope, the faith, that pow'r divine endures With latent good the woes by which we're torn.— 'Tis like a sweet repentance of the skies, To beckon all by sense of sin opprest,— Revealing harmony from tears and sighs! [victorian classical section] A pledge:—that deep implanted in the breast A hidden light may burn that never dies, [music builds to a climax] But bursts thro' clouds in purest hues exprest! [family and guests clap and show appreciation]
