_All the choir sing,_
O promise! threatening! mysterious gloom!
What evil and what good by turns foretold!
How can we reconcile
So much of wrath and love?
_One voice alone._
Sion will be no more; a cruel flame
Will burn up all her excellence.
_Another voice._
O God, shield Sion; Thy eternal word
She holds for her foundations.
_The first_
How all her splendour fades before my eyes.
_The second._
I see on every side her glory radiant
_The first._
Sion is sunk to a profound abyss.
_The second._
Sion, whose brow is in the heavens.
_The first_
What sorrowful abasement!
_The second._
What immortal glory!
_The first_
What wailings!
_The second._
What songs of victory!
_A third._
Let us cease from troubling; our God one day
Will reconcile this mystery sublime!
_All three._
Let us revere His anger; trust His love.
_Another._
God! of a heart that loveth Thee
Who can disturb the peace?
Itself forgetting ever,
It seeks, in all, Thy will supreme.
On earth--in heaven even can there bloom
Another blessing than the tranquil peace
Of a heart that loveth Thee?
{END OF THE THIRD ACT.}
_ACT IV.--Scenes I and II_
{JOAS, JOSABET, ZACHARIAH, SALOMITH, A LEVITE,
THE CHOIR.}
{SALOMITH.}
With a majestic step, beside my mother,
Near Zachariah, walks Eliacin.
What hide they, sisters, underneath their cloaks?
In short, what is that sword that's borne before them?
{JOSABET (_to Zachariah_).}
Place on that table, reverentially,
The book redoubted of our holy law:
And also you, my loved Eliacin,
This diadem place near the book divine.
Levites we must have there, Joad orders it,
The sword of David close beside the crown.
{JOAS.}
Princess, what then is this strange spectacle?
This sacred book, this diadem, this sword?
I ne'er have seen example of like form,
Since in His temple God accepted me.
{JOSABET.}
Soon all your doubts, my son, will be dispelled.
{JOAS.}
Why will you fit this diadem on my brow?
Ah, princess! keep its glory unprofaned!
Respect the memory of the king who wore it.
A wretched child abandon
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