Thinking how men in ages yet unborn

Would ask and answer—trust and doubt and pray.

[Pg 16]

[Pg 16]

JAEL

Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen?

I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the host Thou dost hate.

But fear of his blood is upon me, about me is breathen

His spirit—by night and by day come voices that wait.

Athirst and affrightened he fled from the star-wrought waters of Kishon.

His face was as wool when he swooned at the door of my tent.

The Lord hath given him into the hand of perdition,

[Pg 17]

I smiled—but he saw not the face of my cunning intent.

He thirsted for water: I fed him the curdless milk of the cattle.

He lay in the tent under purple and crimson of Tyre.

He slept and he dreamt of the surge and storming of battle.

Ah ha! but he woke not to waken Jehovah's ire.

He slept as he were a chosen of Israel's God Almighty.

A dog out of Canaan!—thought he I was woman alone?

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