REDEMPTION. 81
" Oh ! yes, I am, and must be thus betroth'd, To one of Juda's Princes ; One, who hath Already pledged me with his love, adorn'd Me with his jewels, set my hands with rings, And hung my neck about with priceless pearls. See ye the spotless veil adorns my head ? It is the sign, which my Beloved there Hath placed, to show that I on none but him May look. Lead me to Him, whom my soul loves, Sun of my life, and brightness of my joy; More ruddy than the morn, brighter than day, More comely far than all the sons of men. His left hand is beneath my head, his right, Embraces me with all sustaining pow'r. Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, and come ; Show me thy face, and let me hear thy voice. Thy voice is music to my ear, thy face, More beautiful than brightest beams of day. He is for me alone ; and I for him A garden am enclosed, a fountain seal'd, None else may enter there and be refresh'd. Come from Libanus, come, my spouse, my love, I'll crown thee on the top of Amana, On Sanir, and on Hermon's dewy hill. Blow Zephyrus, Favonius blow, and waft To me the breath of him I love; his breath Is sweeter than the dropping myrrh, than milk And honey, or the honey-comb; sweeter Than aromatic plants, and rich perfumes; His form more stately than Libanus' pines, His love more precious than the finest gold. Oh ! daughters of Jerusalem ! I, you
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