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 * rose was in rich bloom on Sharon's plain,

When a young mother, with her First-born, thence Went up to Zion; for the boy was vow'd Unto the Temple-service. By the hand She led him, and her silent soul, the while, Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye Met her sweet serious glance, rejoic'd to think That aught so pure, so beautiful, was hers, To bring before her God. So pass'd they on, O'er Judah's hills; and wheresoe'er the leaves Of the broad sycamore made sounds at noon, Like lulling rain-drops, or the olive-boughs, With their cool dimness, cross'd the sultry blue Of Syria's heaven, she paus'd, that he might rest; Yet from her own meek eyelids chas'd the sleep