All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Boyd and Ives have a nice chat.
I see the blood wash'd entirely away from the axe,
Both blade and helve are clean ...
Boyd flees to the mountains. Ives pursues him.