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The lordly dish of butter, and the nail; The hammer in the nervous hand of Jael; The blow which crashed through temple and through brain. A sheet of summer lightning, and red rain Across the sleeper's sight. A sense of pain But scarce begun ere sense and senses fail. The sand-fed sun, low-lying on the lands; The tent door curtained where a woman stands, And the unspoken: 'This is whom you seek.' The song of praise: 'The battle to the weak. Praise ye the Lord, who hath upheld the meek. The Lord who stayeth Israel in His hands.'