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ADAH, OR JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER.
On Mizpah's plains the torrid sun
Poured forth its rays with burning power,
Ten thousand warriors gathered there
With sword and spear, that noontide hour.
With armor bright their leader brave
On prancing steed impatient waits,
While hosts pour forth from country 'round,
And from the cities' open gates.
" To war ! to war ! " their leader called ;
A warrior brave, warlike and bold ;
** We'll slay by thousands," Jephthah cried.
As proud he sat in robe of gold.
The trumpet sounds, battalions form.
A mighty shout goes up on high ;
Their leader scans the surging crowd ;
" Be brave ! " cried Jephthah, ** dare or
die ! "
Their leader bowed his mighty head,
And clasped his hands across his breast ;
He saw his need, rash vow he made : �
If God would grant His people rest,
A vanquished foe, to him renown ;
(For he, though brave, was selfish still,)
The first who from his door should come
To welcome him, with free good will
Should be the Lord's ; a sacrifice ;
An offering, perchance of blood !
The vow was made with earnest heart,
While mighty warriors round him stood.
The trumpet sounds, the hosts go forth �
Thousands are slain� the victory gained;
The plaudits of the multitude
Upon the head of Jephthah rained.
He neared his home, his awful vow
Returned to him with ten-fold power ;
Oh God ! who heard the prayer he made,
Forsake him not in this dark hour.
Behold, his home is decked with flowers,
And lovely maidens circle round
With flashing robes and graceful steps,
While sweetly forth the timbrels sound;
And from among the merry throng.
With bounding step and noble mien.
Fair Adah, decked in richest robe,
Foremost to welcome him is seen !
Then Jephthah bowed his weary head
And smote upon his troubled breast ;
" Alas ! alas ! the vow I made !
Farewell to honor, peace and rest ! "
" My father, let your vow be paid.
Nor think I shrink the doom to meet.
Your pledge to God must be fulfilled ;
My life I lay down at thy feet." �
Then out among the mountains deep,
Where Nature speaks with soothing
balm,
She bode for many weary months,
Till struggling soul grew strong and
calm ;
Then bravely met the saddest fate
That could be met ; for father's hand
Must deal the blow ; yet firm she stood,
The heroine of Mizpah's land.
No veil to cover saintly face
Would she allow ; with her own hands
She cast it off ; with gaze upturned
She met her fate ; so break life's bands.
A type of filial womanhood,
Her name is sung from near and far,
A daughter true of noble blood,
Fair Adah of the Eastern Star.
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