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RIZPAH, THE DAUGHTER OF AI.
Tidings! sad tidings for the daughter of Ai,
They are bearing her prince and loved away,
Destruction falls like a mournful pall
On the fallen house of ill-fated Saul.
They are bearing her prince and loved away,
Destruction falls like a mournful pall
On the fallen house of ill-fated Saul.
And Rizpah hears that her loved must die,
But she hears it all with a tearless eye;
And clasping her hand with grief and dread
She meekly bows her queenly head.
But she hears it all with a tearless eye;
And clasping her hand with grief and dread
She meekly bows her queenly head.
The blood has left her blanching cheek,
Her quivering lips refuse to speak,
Oh! grief like hers has learned no tone—
A world of grief is all its own.
Her quivering lips refuse to speak,
Oh! grief like hers has learned no tone—
A world of grief is all its own.
But the deed is done, and the hand is stay'd
That havoc among the brethren made,
And Rizpah takes her lowly seat
To watch the princely dead at her feet.
That havoc among the brethren made,
And Rizpah takes her lowly seat
To watch the princely dead at her feet.
