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Against the sunset's glowing wall	A
The city towers rise black and tall	A
Where Zorah on its rocky height	B
Stands like an armed man in the light	B
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Down Eshtaol's vales of ripened grain	C
Falls like a cloud the night amain	C
And up the hillsides climbing slow	D
The barley reapers homeward go	D
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Look dearest how our fair child's head	E
The sunset light hath hallowed	F
Where at this olive's foot he lies	G
Uplooking to the tranquil skies	G
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Oh while beneath the fervent heat	H
Thy sickle swept the bearded wheat	H
I've watched with mingled joy and dread	E
Our child upon his grassy bed	E
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Joy which the mother feels alone	C
Whose morning hope like mine had flown	C
When to her bosom over blessed	I
A dearer life than hers is pressed	I
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Dread for the future dark and still	J
Which shapes our dear one to its will	J
Forever in his large calm eyes	G
I read a tale of sacrifice	K
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The same foreboding awe I felt	L
When at the altar's side we knelt	L
And he who as a pilgrim came	M
Rose winged and glorious through the flame	M
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I slept not though the wild bees made	N
A dreamlike murmuring in the shade	N
And on me the warm fingered hours	O
Pressed with the drowsy smell of flowers	O
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Before me in a vision rose	P
The hosts of Israel's scornful foes	P
Rank over rank helm shield and spear	Q
Glittered in noon's hot atmosphere	Q
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I heard their boast and bitter word	R
Their mockery of the Hebrew's Lord	S
I saw their hands His ark assail	T
Their feet profane His holy veil	T
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No angel down the blue space spoke	U
No thunder from the still sky broke	U
But in their midst in power and awe	V
Like God's waked wrath our child I saw	W
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A child no more harsh browed and strong	X
He towered a giant in the throng	X
And down his shoulders broad and bare	Y
Swept the black terror of his hair	Y
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He raised his arm he smote amain	C
As round the reaper falls the grain	C
So the dark host around him fell	Z
So sank the foes of Israel	A2
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Again I looked In sunlight shone	C
The towers and domes of Askelon	C
Priest warrior slave a mighty crowd	B2
Within her idol temple bowed	B2
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Yet one knelt not stark gaunt and blind	C2
His arms the massive pillars twined	C2
An eyeless captive strong with hate	D2
He stood there like an evil Fate	D2
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The red shrines smoked the trumpets pealed	D2
He stooped the giant columns reeled	D2
Reeled tower and fane sank arch and wall	A
And the thick dust cloud closed o'er all	A
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Above the shriek the crash the groan	C
Of the fallen pride of Askelon	C
I heard sheer down the echoing sky	E2
A voice as of an angel cry	E2
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The voice of him who at our side	D2
Sat through the golden eventide	D2
Of him who on thy altar's blaze	F2
Rose fire winged with his song of praise	F2
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'Rejoice o'er Israel's broken chain	C
Gray mother of the mighty slain	C
Rejoice ' it cried 'he vanquisheth	G2
The strong in life is strong in death	G2
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'To him shall Zorah's daughters raise	F2
Through coming years their hymns of praise	F2
And gray old men at evening tell	Z
Of all be wrought for Israel	A2
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'And they who sing and they who hear	H2
Alike shall hold thy memory dear	Q
And pour their blessings on thy head	D2
O mother of the mighty dead '	-
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It ceased and though a sound I heard	D2
As if great wings the still air stirred	D2
I only saw the barley sheaves	I2
And hills half hid by olive leaves	I2
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I bowed my face in awe and fear	Q
On the dear child who slumbered near	Q
'With me as with my only son	C
O God ' I said 'Thy will be done '	-

John Greenleaf Whittier

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