The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/Jeptha's Daughter
Since our Country, our God—Oh, my Sire!
And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And of this, oh, my Father! be sure—
Though the virgins of Salem lament,
When this blood of thy giving hath gushed,
- [Nathan (Fugitive Pieces, 1829, pp. ll, 12) seems to have tried to draw Byron into a discussion on the actual fate of Jephtha's daughter—death at her father's hand, or "perpetual seclusion"—and that Byron had no opinion to offer. "Whatever may be the absolute state of the case, I am innocent of her blood; she has been killed to my hands;" and again, "Well, my hands are not imbrued in her blood!"]