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Lyrics: 2-15 Scene <br/>ANDERSON (Approaching with the mantle of the Prophet) <br/>I am searching for one whom this mantle fits; <br/>He must be small, for both he and Joseph's ghost <br/>Must wear it. <br/>Governor Ford, take it <br/>As a gift; you are the full man, of rhetoric complete <br/>And the gift of endearing the people of Illinois. <br/> <br/>FORD <br/>No. Give it to his widow. <br/>FORBES (He unfolds the mantle and displays it) <br/>As the prophet strode before the Saints, it billowed full; <br/>As he stood before them, it was like a testament <br/>That kept him near to God: it ripples with his light, <br/>From gold, and the glass of the earth for seeing. <br/>It is the very veil between him and us as you <br/>Hold it there, John. <br/>ANDERSON (Taking back the mantle and turning it around.) <br/>Here is Joseph, whom you slew <br/>With your neighing assurances: <br/>Tom Ford, shall I place him about you? <br/>FORD (ln fascination) <br/>His mantle? No! <br/>It is as if I only vaguely remember him: <br/>He has slipped away; the issue is settled. <br/>What now can be done? <br/>The mantle shines in the morning sun, <br/>And though he is gone he is not, <br/>But lives in the newness of a man <br/>Awakening from the terror of dreams. <br/>They fall away from him, and I fall away from him. <br/>In Nauvoo his people gather, <br/>And the city is not mine though they give it me. <br/>I am like a stick in the fields, <br/>A standard around which the sparrows chatter <br/>Endlessly of intrigue and fear. <br/>The vessel of the state is not here. <br/>I am what I have been; I become myself <br/>Like the morass below my recognition of it.
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