FACE more vivid than he dreamed who drewThy portrait in that thrilling tale of old!Dead queen, we see thee still, thy beauty coldAs beautiful; thy dauntless heart which knewNo fear,—not even of a king who slewAt pleasure; maiden heart which was not sold,Though all the maiden flesh the king's red goldDid buy! The loyal daughter of the Jew,No hour saw thee forget his misery;Thou wert not queen until thy race went free;Yet thoughtful hearts, that ponder slow and deep,Find doubtful reverence at last for thee;Thou heldest thy race too dear, thyself too cheap;Honor no second place for truth can keep.
ESTHER.
"Thou heldest the race too dear, thyself too cheap:Honor no second place for truth can keep"
FACE more vivid than he dreamed who drewThy portrait in that thrilling tale of old!Dead queen, we see thee still, thy beauty coldAs beautiful; thy dauntless heart which knewNo fear,—not even of a king who slewAt pleasure; maiden heart which was not sold,Though all the maiden flesh the king's red goldDid buy! The loyal daughter of the Jew,No hour saw thee forget his misery;Thou wert not queen until thy race went free;Yet thoughtful hearts, that ponder slow and deep,Find doubtful reverence at last for thee;Thou heldest thy race too dear, thyself too cheap;Honor no second place for truth can keep.
FACE more vivid than he dreamed who drewThy portrait in that thrilling tale of old!Dead queen, we see thee still, thy beauty coldAs beautiful; thy dauntless heart which knewNo fear,—not even of a king who slewAt pleasure; maiden heart which was not sold,Though all the maiden flesh the king's red goldDid buy! The loyal daughter of the Jew,No hour saw thee forget his misery;Thou wert not queen until thy race went free;Yet thoughtful hearts, that ponder slow and deep,Find doubtful reverence at last for thee;Thou heldest thy race too dear, thyself too cheap;Honor no second place for truth can keep.
