His severed lips trembled, his eagle eye fell

With a glance on his kinsman that urged him to tell.—

"'Tis Iddo's bright daughter!"—The words were scarce said—

At the feet of his brother young Simeon lay dead.—

It was but one blow on those temples so fair,

One fierce cry of anger and jealous despair;

And shuddering with horror his stern rival stood,

And gazed on those features disfigured with blood.—

Weep, fratricide, weep!—'tis in vain that you cast

Your arms round that pale form, the struggle is past;

'Tis in vain that chilled heart to your bosom you press,

Its stillness increases your frantic distress.

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You have scattered the gems in youth's beautiful crown,

And his sun at mid-day has in darkness gone down;

He never shall bind for your false love a wreath,

The hand of the bridegroom is stiffened in death.

Then dash from those wild eyes the fast-flowing tear,

And fly!—for the City of Refuge is near.—

There's a murmur of voices, a shout on the wind,

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