HIGH-PRIEST. Oh, God of Mercies! this was once thy city! CHORUS. Joy to thee, beautiful and bashful Bride! Joy! for the thrills of pride and joy become thee; Thy curse of barrenness is taken from thee; And thou shalt see the rosy infant sleeping Upon the snowy fountain of thy breast; And thou shalt feel how mothers' hearts are blest By hours of bliss for moment's pain and weeping. Joy to thee! The above, Simon, John. SIMON. Away! what do ye in our midnight streets? When the horn summons to the morning's war, HIGH-PRIEST. Simon, thou know'st not the dark signs abroad. JOHN. Ay! is't not fearful and most ominous That the sun shines not at deep midnight? Mark me, Ye men with gasping lips and shivering limbs, Thou mitred priest, and ye misnamed warriors, If ye infect with your pale aguish fears Our valiant city, we'll not leave you limbs To shake, nor voices to complain-T' your homes. Simon, John. JOHN. In truth, good Simon, I am half your proselyte; SIMON. Brave John, My soul is jocund. Expectation soars Before mine eyes, like to a new-fledged eagle, And stoopeth from her heavens with palms neʼer worn By brows of Israel. Glory mounts with her, JOHN. Why, then, to sleep. This fight by day, and revel all the night, Needs some repose-I'll to my bed-Farewell! SIMON. Brave John, farewell! and I'll to rest, and dream MIRIAM. To-morrow! will that morrow dawn upon thee? But, ab me! how strange! This moment, and the hurrying streets were full As at a festival; now all's so silent That I might hear the footsteps of a child. The sound of dissolute mirth hath ceased, the lamps Are spent, the voice of music broken off. No watchman's tread comes from the silent wall, There are nor lights nor voices in the towers. A deeper slumber could not fall upon thee, If thou wert desolate of all thy children, I do mistake! this is the Wilderness, The Desert, where winds pass and make no sound, And overhung with tempest. Why, my voice, -Ha! 'tis the thunder of the Living God! Our walls are dust before it--Wake-oh wakeOh Israel!-Oh Jerusalem, awake! Why shouldst thou wake? thy foe is in the heavens. |