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134 He was set upon by ruffians — kidnapped — killed. What do I know— hid till our min 's wrought. [Ldsbhaid swoons, Hush, foolish boy. See how your rude words hurt. Look up, sweet girl ; take comfort. , Pluck up heart : Dear sister, pardon me ; he lives, he lives ! Grod help me I Shall my heart crack for love's loss That meekly bears my people's martyrdom ? He lives — I feel it — to live or die with me. I love him as my soul — no more of that. I am all Israel's now — till this cloud pass, I have no thought, no passion, no desire, Save for my people.

Blessed art thou, my child ! This is the darkest hour before the dawn. Thou art the momingnstar of Israel.