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lii.

"Single I grew, like some green plant, whose root

⁠Creeps to the garden water-pipes beneath,
Feeding the flower; but ere my flower to fruit
⁠Changed, I was ripe for death.

liii.

"My God, my land, my father—these did move

⁠Me from my bliss of life, that Nature gave,
Lower'd softly with a threefold chord of love
⁠Down to a silent grave.

liv.

"And I went mourning, 'No fair Hebrew boy

⁠Shall smile away my maiden blame among
The Hebrew mothers'—emptied of all joy,
⁠Leaving the dance and song,

lv.

"Leaving the olive-gardens far below,

⁠Leaving the promise of my bridal bower,
The valleys of grape-loaded vines that glow
⁠Beneath the battled tower.