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A JEWISH APOLOGUE. |
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A JEWISH APOLOGUE.
Up and down his gardens paced a King,
In the glorious season of the spring.
In the glorious season of the spring.
Lovely flowrets there by him were seen
In their earliest bud and blossoming.
In their earliest bud and blossoming.
How should he those lovely flowrets pull,
Half whose glory lay a hidden thing?
Half whose glory lay a hidden thing?
When a few short days were gone, again
Visited his garden-plots the King:
Visited his garden-plots the King:
And those flowers, so dewy, fresh, and fair,
Brighter than the brightest insect's wing,
Brighter than the brightest insect's wing,
Each was hanging now a drooping head,
Each lay now a wan discoloured thing;
Each lay now a wan discoloured thing;
And he thought, Their scent and sweetness I
Had rejoiced in, earlier gathering.
Had rejoiced in, earlier gathering.
So when in his gardens of delight
Did that Monarch pace another spring,
Did that Monarch pace another spring,
And the folded buds again admired,
That did round them fragrant odour fling,
That did round them fragrant odour fling,
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He with timely hand prevented now
The sad season of their withering,
The sad season of their withering,
Culled them in the glory of their prime,
Ere their fresh delight had taken wing,
Ere their fresh delight had taken wing,
Culled the young and beautiful, and laid
In his bosom gently, home to bring.
In his bosom gently, home to bring.
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