Jephthah

68 JEPHTHAH. Remembering He hath surely sworn : Toward the night, toward the dawn ! Behold the moon that fails above, The stars that pale before the sun! How far, those figures light as love - . That laughing to the mountains run! Behold the flames of hair that leap Above her forehead mild and deep! She turns to bless her people still : So, passes to the golden gate Where snow burns fragrant on the hill, Where for her step those fountains wait Of light and brilliance that shall rise To greet her beauty lover-wise. The silver west fades fast, the skies | Are blue and silver overhead ; She stands upon the snow, her eyes Fixed fast upon the fountain-head Whence from Eternity is drawn The awful glory of the dawn! ELEAZAR. Let every man depart unto his house. CHORUS. He hath made His face as a fire; His wrath as a sword; He hath smitten our soul’s desire; He is the Lord.