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ESTHER
How beautiful thy clear faith shone,
In God, and in thy king,
Thy hand upon the sceptre laid,
To gain thy boon of blessing.
In God, and in thy king,
Thy hand upon the sceptre laid,
To gain thy boon of blessing.
Perhaps thy heart some sad hope held,
Of love nipped in its prime,
Perhaps some Hebrew lover mourned,
The troth thou could'st not bind.
Of love nipped in its prime,
Perhaps some Hebrew lover mourned,
The troth thou could'st not bind.
Oh! sunny shades of tropic bloom,
The burning sunlight's flow,
Slants down upon thy palms and tombs,
As centuries ago.
When from thy monarch's gate, Oh! queen,
Went out, in royal vestment clad,
Thy foster sire, thy people free,
With feast and music glad.
The burning sunlight's flow,
Slants down upon thy palms and tombs,
As centuries ago.
When from thy monarch's gate, Oh! queen,
Went out, in royal vestment clad,
Thy foster sire, thy people free,
With feast and music glad.
And still thy race, Oh! beauteous queen,
Do reverence to thy name,
Who wert thy people's glorying,
Thy foe's remorse and shame.
Do reverence to thy name,
Who wert thy people's glorying,
Thy foe's remorse and shame.
