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Chapter III.

SHE.
'Twas night, when on my restless bed I sought,
But sought in vain the partner of my cares,
For he was now withdrawn: In soft complaints
I breath'd my grief, but there was no reply.
With haste I rise, and thro' the spacious streets
Distracted rove; at last, the nightly watch
I met, but they no consolation give.

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Not far from them my weary feet had gone,
E'er the bright object of my love appear'd;
Eager I clasp'd him in my folded arms;
Then gently drew him to my mother's house,
The sacred seat where first our mutual flames
With solemn vows, and holy rites were seal'd.
Virgins of Salem, by the forest roe,
And skipping fawn, I charge you not to wake
My slumb'ring Lord, nor break his soft repose.
See! where he comes from his sequester'd bow'r,
And with celestial fragrance fills the air,
Perfum'd with all the aromatic cost
That rich Sabæa's spicy groves produce:
Such sweets in clouds of holy incense rise,
When eastern odours on the altar smoke.
The regal bed, a valiant guard surrounds;
Threescore the boldest sons of Judah's race,
With each a sword girt on his manly thigh,
To free the night from terror and alarm.
King Solomon with wond'rous art prepar'd
A chariot blazing with imperial cost:
The frame was polish'd wood from Lebanon,
Its pedestals of gold, in equal height
The silver pillars rose, the gay support
Of purple curtains, proud with Tyrian dye,
The seat beneath was softly pav'd with love.

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Daughters of Salem, see the Hebrew king
Crown'd with the beauteous wreath his mother plac'd
About his temples, on that happy day
When bridal rites completed all his bliss.