JEPHTHAH. 57
SEMICHORUS II.
With hearts infused of fire,
Eyes clear with many waters,
With lips to air that quire,
We, earth’s desirous daughters,
Lift up the song of triumph, sound the lutes of our
desire!
Elohim !
SEMICHORUS I.
With branches strewn before us,
And roses flung
In all the ways, we chorus
With throat and tongue
The glory of our warrior sires whose victor swords
restore us
Jephthah!
SEMICHORUS II.
With angels vast and calm
That keep his way,
With streams of holy balm,
The prayers of them that pray,
We go to bring him home and raise to Thee our holy
psalm,
Elohim !
ELEAZAR.
Go ye, make ready for the happy march.
[Exeunt Adulah and Maidens.