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There were two sons of Ashur at work in the field	A
And one to the other his passion revealed	A
As the white barley bowed to the stroke of his scythe	B
He burst out in accents exultingly blithe	C
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I have wooed a young maid I have wooed and I've won	D
On a lovelier face never glanced yon bright sun	D
To the tall stately cedar my love I'll compare	E
With her eyes' shaded glory her long raven hair	E
And her bosom as white as the snow when it gleams	F
On Lebanon's heights ere washed down by the streams	F
She has ravished and filled my rapt soul with delight	G
She's more dear to my heart than yon heavens to my sight	G
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And who is the chosen his comrade replied	H
Whilst the deepest of crimson his swarthy cheek dyed	H
His severed lips trembled his eagle eye fell	I
With a glance on his kinsman that urged him to tell	I
'Tis Iddo's bright daughter The words were scarce said	J
At the feet of his brother young Simeon lay dead	J
It was but one blow on those temples so fair	E
One fierce cry of anger and jealous despair	E
And shuddering with horror his stern rival stood	K
And gazed on those features disfigured with blood	L
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Weep fratricide weep 'tis in vain that you cast	M
Your arms round that pale form the struggle is past	M
'Tis in vain that chilled heart to your bosom you press	N
Its stillness increases your frantic distress	N
You have scattered the gems in youth's beautiful crown	O
And his sun at mid day has in darkness gone down	O
He never shall bind for your false love a wreath	P
The hand of the bridegroom is stiffened in death	Q
Then dash from those wild eyes the fast flowing tear	E
And fly for the City of Refuge is near	R
There's a murmur of voices a shout on the wind	S
Fly fly the Avenger of Blood is behind	S
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He fled like an arrow just launched from the bow	T
O'erwhelm'd with remorse and distracted with woe	U
The victim of passion he'd gladly give all	V
Life's dearest enjoyments that hour to recall	V
The stain on his hands added wings to his flight	G
As onward he sped through the shadows of night	G
And his startled ear caught in the wind's fitful moan	W
As it swept through the forest a faint dying groan	W
The leaves rustling near sent a chill to his heart	X
And oft backward he glanced with an agonized start	X
And felt on his throat parched and swollen with dread	J
The soul thrilling grasp of the phantom like dead	J
That pang was too great for the sinner to bear	E
And his fears found a voice in wild shrieks of despair	E
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But the night and its long noon of horrors is past	M
A broad line of light on the blue hills is cast	M
And the city of refuge before him appears	Y
Like a beacon of hope giving rest to his fears	Y
But hark the avenger of blood is at hand	Z
Dost thou hear the loud shouts of his death dooming band	Z
The trampling of horses rings sharp on the breeze	A2
And armour is glancing at times through the trees	A2
On on for thy life if they compass the plain	B2
Thy sentence is sealed and all rescue is vain	B2
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He strains every nerve he redoubles his speed	C2
And strength is supplied in the moment of need	C2
The race is for life and the city is won	D
Ere its broad towers reflect the first beams of the sun	D
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One proud glance of triumph the fugitive threw	D2
On the band of pursuers that burst on his view	D2
He shook his clenched hand and a tremulous cry	E2
Rose and died on his pale lips their wrath to defy	E2
But the effort too mighty has severed in twain	B2
His heart strings he staggers and sinks to the plain	B2
And the cold dews that moisten that toil crimsoned face	F2
Tell that death claims his victim the prize of the race	F2
That the city no refuge to guilt can afford	G2
He has found an Avenger of Blood in the Lord	G2

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