56 JEPHTHAH.
To sleep. But look toward the southern sky;
It is my father. Let us go to him,
Maidens, with song and gladness of full hearts.
SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS I.
The conqueror rides at last
To home, to love;
The victory is past,
The white-wing dove
Sails through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep
and vast.
Jephthah!
SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II.
Forth, maidens, with your hands
White with new lilies !
Forth, maidens, in bright bands,
Virgins whose one sweet will is
To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled
lands!
Elohim!
SEMICHORUS I.
With dancing feet, and noise
Of timbrels smitten,
With tears and tender joys,
With songs unwritten,
With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy
equipoise.
Jephthah!