Jepthas Daughter
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)
1
- Since our Countryour GodOh my Sire
- Demand that thy daughter expire;
- Since thy triumph was brought by thy vow
- Strike the bosom thats bared for thee now!
2
- And the voice of my mourning is oer
- And the mountains behold me no more:
- If the hand that I love lay me low,
- There cannot be pain in the blow!
3
- And of thisOh! my Father!be sure
- That the blood of thy child is as pure
- As the blessing I beg ere it flow
- And the last thought that soothes me below.
4
- Though the virgins of Salem lament,
- Be the judge and the Hero unbent!
- I have won the great battle for thee,
- And my Father and Country are free!
5
- When this blood of thy giving hath gushd
- When the voice that thou lovest is hushd
- Let my Memory still be thy pride,
- And forget not, I smiled as I died!
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