The Masses At once, to her song they cried. At once, they questioned direction. At once, they remembered their past; and, At once, they reflected their future. At once, now musically inspired, All at once, they treasured each note. At once, they smiled and grinned and, All at once, they wept again. At once, they stopped to listen. At once, they embarrassedly scanned. At once, they looked to each other and, All at once, they laughed with sigh. At once, the music intensed. At once, they knew what occurred. At once their joys had effect and At once, they accepted their joy. And all at once, the music stopped. All, at once. End.